m 


HYMNS, 


COMPOSED 


BY  DIFFERENT  AUTHORS,  da£* 


AT    THE    REQUEST    OF  THE 

GENERAL  CONVENTION 

OF 

UNIVERSALISTS 

OF 

THE  NEW  ENGLAND  STATES  AND  OTHERS. 

Adapted  to  public  and  private  Devotion. 


As  in  Adam  all  die,  even  so,  in  Christ,  shall  all  be  made 
alive.  St.  Paul. 

O,  praise  the  Lord,  all  ye  people — for  his  mercy  endureth 
for  ever.  David. 


SECOND  EDITION. 


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1810. 


District  of  Massachusetts:  to  uit^ 

BE  it  remembered,  that  on  the  nineteenth  day  of  April, 
in  the  thirtv  fourth  year  of  the  independence  of  the  United 
States  of  America,  ABNER  KNEELAND,  of  the  said  dis- 
trict, hath  deposited  in  this  office  the  title  of  a  book,  the 
right  whereof  he  claims  as  proprietor,  in  the  words  follow- 
ing, to  wit,  Hymns,  composed  by  different  authors,  at  the 
request  of  the  General  Convention  of  Universalists  of  the 
New  England  States  and  Others.  -Adapted  to  public  and 
private  Devotion.  "As  in  Adam  all  die,  even  so,  in  Christ, 
shall  all  he  made  alive."  St.  Paul.  "O,  praise  the  Lord, 
all  ye  people, — for  his  mercy  endureth  for  ever."  David. 
Second  edition. 

In  conformity  to  the  Act  of  Congress  of  the  United  States, 
intitled,  "An  act  for  the  encouragement  of  Learning,  by  se- 
curing the  Copies  of  Maps,  Charts,  and  Books,  to  the  Authors 
and  Proprietors  of  such  Copies,  during  the  Times  therein 
mentioned;"  and  also  to  an  Act  intitled,  An  Act  supplemen- 
tary to  An  Act  for  the  Encouragement  of  Learning,  by  se- 
curing the  Copies  of  Maps,  Charts,  and  Books,  to  the  au- 
thors and  proprietors  of  such  Copies  during  the  times  there- 
in mentioned  ;  and  extending  the  benefits  thereof  to  the 
Arts  of  Designing,  Engraving,  and  Etching  Historical,  and 
other  Prints." 

WILLIAM  S.  SHAW, 

Clerk  of  the  District  of  Massachusetts 


PREFACE. 


THE  General  Convention  of  the  New  England 
States  and  others,  professing  the  gospel  of  the  Larab 
of  God,  who  taketh  away  the  sin  of  the  world ;  being  in 
the  full  belief  of  the  Universality  of  Gospel  Salvation,  did 
on  the  17th  day  of  September  in  the  year  of  our  Lord 
1807,  appoint  brothers  Ho  sea  Ballou,  Abner 
Knee  land,  and  Edward  Turner,  approved  labor* 
ers  in  the  ministry  of  reconciliation,  with  discretionary 
powers,  to  furnish  a  Hymn  Book,  suitable  for  the  various 
occurrences  in  public  and  private  devotion,  from  the  fol- 
lowing causes  and  motives  :  viz. 

Dr.  ISAAC  WATTS,  in  the  opinion  of  the  Convention, 
has,  in  almost  every  instance,  extended  the  idea  of  the  pun- 
ishment of  sin,  infinitely  beyond  the  design  of  the  inspired 
authors  ;  and  has  thereby  sorely  wounded  the  divine  theme 
of  devotional  Psalmody  ;  and  this  work,  being  the  princi- 
pal one  in  use  in  the  countiy,  rendered  it  necessary  that  an- 
other should  be  introduced  which  might  be  free  from  the 
difficulty  above  mentioned. 

The  various  collections  which  have  been  heretofore  made 
by  particular  societies,  or  brethren  of  the  universalian  or- 
der have  never  had  so  general  a  circulation  in  the  country 
as  to  accommodate  but  few  of  the  many  believers.  And 
those  collections  containing  many  productions  from  authors 
who  possessed,  not  only  limited  views  of  the  great  salva- 
tion, but  ideas  of  the  tenure  of  atonement,  contrary  to  the 
divine  oracles,  were  not,  in  that  particular,  altogether  ac- 
ceptable. 

The  error,  that  atonement  was  necessary  to  reconcile 
our  heavenly  Father  to  his  offspring,  in  room  of  reconcil- 
ing his  unreconciled  offspring  to  himself,  is  found  in  almost 
all  the  authors  of  divine  hymns. 

It  was  a  thing  much  desired  by  the  Convention  that  the 
rising  generation  might  learn  to  sing  the  praises  of  the  Cap- 
tain of  our  salvation,  without  mixing  the  alloy  of  dishonor 
in  the  sacred  song. 

The  inconsistency  of  calling  on  every  thing  that  hath 
breath  to  praise  the  Lord,  and  at  the  same  time  represent- 
ing the  wisdom  of  the  Deity  as  laying  his  divine  plan  to  the 
reverse  of  this  universal  joy,  was  considered  sufficient 
reason  to  justify  a  disuse  of  Dr  Watts'  book,  in  general, 
notwithstanding  the  unrivalled  beauties  of  the  poet. 


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PREFACE. 


It  was  at  first  the  calculation  of  the  Committee  and  the 
expectation  of  the  Convention  that  the  new  book  would  have 
been  a  collection,  with  the  addition  of  few  original  hymns  ; 
but  on  mature  consideration  the  committee  thought  advisa- 
ble to  attempt  an  entire  new  work,  and  not  induce  those 
who  had  been  at  the  expense  of  other  books,  to  purchase 
the  same  hymns  in  ours. 

There  were  several  imitations  of  Dr.  Watts  written  be- 
fore the  Committee  gave  up  the  idea  of  selecting  from  that 
author :  it  was,  however,  thought  excusable  if  we  retained 
them, 

The  incumbrances  have  been  many  and  peculiar,  which 
the  Committee  have  labored  under,  in  composing  and  com- 
piling the  following  hymns.  That  of  our  living  in  different 
States  has  proved  a  very  mate  ial  one.  It  was  not  possible, 
consistent  with  our  parochial  business,  to  have  but  a  slight 
opportunity  of  consultation  on  a  subject  of  so  much  concern. 
But  having  been  but  little  practised  in  this  mode  of  writing 
was  a  still  greater  embarrassment  But,  notwithstanding, 
our  fervent  desire  to  discharge  the  duties  of  our  appoint- 
ment, and  of  presenting  to  the  humble  believers  of  the 
Abe  ah  amic  faith,  ava  iety  of  divine  songs,  suitable  for 
the  heavenly  employment  of  praise  to  our  Redeem- 
er, has  supported  us  under  trials  which  might  otherwise 
have  been  insurmountable. 

The  committee  have  endeavored,  in  the  following  work, 
to  throw  as  much  light  on  the  sacred  text  as  was  possible, 
and  to  keep  the  triumph  of  the  gospel*over  sin  and  death, 
as  a  pole  star,  continually  in  view. 

With  this  work,  the  committee  have  the  honour  of  pre- 
senting an  affectionate  salutation  to  the  General  Conven- 
tion, humbly  hoping  in  the  Lord,  that  their  labours,  though 
inconsiderable,  may,  by  the  blessing  of  God,  prove  a  com- 
fort to  thousands,  while  they  travel  through  the  thorny  paths 
of  time  to  the  city  of  eternal  rejoicing,  when  the  mortal 
song  shall  be  lost  in  the  immortal  triumphs  and 
ceaseless  joys  of  the  just  made  perfect. 


HYMN  S. 


1.    L.  M.  Kneeland. 

The  operations  of  nature  speak  the  existence  of  a  God. 
Rom.  i.  20. 

ALL  nature  speaks,  let  men  give  ear, 
And  bow  the  reverential  knee; 
The  yoice  of  nature  they  shall  hear. 
The  God  of  nature  they  shall  see. 

2 

Behold  the  stars  with  brilliant  light, 
And  planets  which  in  order  move! 
They  all  proclaim  a  God  of  might. 
And  testify  a  God  of  love. 

*     \  3 
The  glorious  sun,  whose  gentle  beams 
Enliven  all  things  here  below; 
The  lucid  moon,  with  paler  gleams, 
Proclaim  a  God  that  made  them  so. 

4 

Survey  the  whole  capacious  earth. 
The  sea  and  land,  rocks,  hills,  and  plains; 
The  God  of  nature  gave  them  birth, 
And  by  his  law  the  whole  maintains, 
5 

Behold  the  trees  in  verdure  rise! 
God's  wisdom  shines  in  all  their  leaves; 
Behold  the  birds  that  mount  the  skies3 
And  fish  that  fill  the  mighty  seas! 
*1 


6 


la  them  is  seen  a  God  of  pow'r, 
From  whom  all  life  and  being  came: 
Then  let  us  all  the  Lord  adore, 
And  bow  before  his  matchless  name. 


2.    C.  M.  Kneeland. 

The  same. 

THE  whole  creation  owns  a  God, 

All  nature  speaks  his  name; 
And  from  his  own  eternal  word 

The  whole  creation  came. 

2 

The  beasts,  the  birds,  and  creeping  things, 

His  pow'i  and  wisdom  prove; 
The  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills,  and  plains, 

Proclaim  a  God  of  love. 

3 

Hut  when  we  view  the  creature  man^ 

And  contemplate  his  state; 
His  own  existence  doth  proclaim 

A  God  divinely  great. 

4 

'Tis  wisdom,  knowledge,  love  divine, 

That  constitute  his  soul  ; 
Goodness,  and  truth,  and  power  combine, 

To  form  the  perfect  whole. 

5 

These,  like  so  many  copious  streams. 

From  God  the  centre  flow; 
To  quicken  us  to  heav'nly  things, 

That  we  the  Lord  may  know. 

6 

The  dear  relation  which  I  find, 
Between  my  God  and  me, 


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Should  ever  make  me  keep  in  mind 
A  God  of  purity. 

3.    L.  M.  Kneeland. 

Justice  and  Judgment  are  the  habitation  of  God's  throne. 
Psalm  lxxxix.  14. 

JUSTICE  and  judgment  are  God's  throne, 
Mercy  and  truth  before  him  stand, 
Perfection  is  in  him  alone, 
And  wisdom  dwells  at  his  right  hand. 

\  2 
Thy  mercy  and  thy  boundless  love, 
For  ever  would  we  keep  in  mind; 
For  ev'ry  grace  we  look  above, 
For  thou  art  ever  good  and  kind. 

3 

Goodness  and  mercy  have  no  bound; 
But,  like  the  sun's  most  gentle  beams, 
Which  lighten  all  this  spacious  ground, 
Flow  down  to  us  in  copious  streams. 

4 

Thy  truth,  O  Lord,  to  us  impart, 
May  we  the  same  with  firmness  own  ; 
Abhorring  each  delusive  art, 
And  fearing  thee,  the  Lord,  alone. 

5 

Give  us  the  light  we  ever  need, 
Our  minds  with  knowledge  ever  fill, 
From  noxious  error  guard  our  creed. 
From  prejudice  defend  our  will. 

6 

May  ail  the  sons  of  Adam's  race, 
Their  ev'ry  faculty  improve, 
Till  discord  thro'  the  world  shall  cease. 
And  ev'ry  creature  meet  in  love, 


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4,    L.  M.  Kneeland. 

The  Omnipotence  of  God  displayed  in  his  universal  govern^ 
ment.   Psalm  xxxiii.  9.   Jer.   x.  23.  Prov.xvi.  1,  9. 
Gen.  xiv.  5    1.  20. 

THE  great  Jehovah's  mighty  sway, 
The  universal  worlds  obey ; 
And  from  his  own  eternal  plan, 
All  nature  rose,  and  order  sprang. 

2 

All  pow'r  is  vested  in  his  hands; 
All  things  adhere  to  his  commands  ; 
In  him  doth  all  creation  rest, 
Who  orders  all  things  for  the  best. 

3 

All  that  his  wisdom  e'er  design'd 
Is  executed  to  his  mind; 
And  what,  to  us,  may  evil  seem, 
Is  universal  good,  in  him. 

4 

He  rules  the  hearts  of  wicked  men, 
Directs  their  steps,  unknown  to  them,  . 
Restrains  their  wrath  and  sinful  ways, 
When  they  would  not  increase  his  praise. 
5 

But  when  the  wicked  do  devise, 
To  do  what  God  doth  authorize; 
Altho'  they  have  an  ill  intent, 
Yet  he  will  not  the  act  prevent. 

6 

But  sad  and  painful  is  the  stroke! 
God  will  confound  their  wicked  hope; 
They  have  not  done  the  ill  they  would, 
While  HE  promotes  the  greater  good. 


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5.    C.  M.  Kneeland. 

.  In  vain  we  labor  without  the  blessing  of  God. 

EXCEPT  the  Lord  the  house  doth  build, 

The  lab'rers  toil  in  vain; 
Not  all  the  strength  of  workmen  skill'd 

Can  ever  raise  the  same. 

% 

Except  the  Lord  the  city  keep 
From  fire,  and  sword,  and  storm; 

The  watchful  guards  as  well  may  sleep 
As  rise  before  'tis  morn. 

3 

In  vain  we  plant,  in  vain  we  sow, 

In  vain  we  till  the  ground; 
Except  the  Lord  his  show'rs  bestow, 

With  grace  our  labors  crown. 

4 

But  shall  we  give  our  labor  o'er, 

And  always  idle  stand, 
Because  we  lack  almighty  pow'r, 

Nor  can  the  world  command? 

5 

Almighty  God!  our  sov'  reign  head! 

Forbid  the  idle  thought; 
Nor  let  it  ever  once  be  said, 

Our  hands  were  made  for  nought. 

6 

Then  what  thy  wisdom  doth  devise, 

We'll  do  with  all  our  might; 
And  trust  in  him  who  's  good  and  wise, 

Our  labors  to  requite. 

7 

The  Lord  alone  our  lot  doth  cast, 
When  all  our  work  is  done; 


10 


We'll  thank  him  for  his  favors  past, 
And  trust  for  what's  to  come. 


6.    C.  M.  Kneeland. 

God's  Faithfulness  and  Truth.    Num.  xii.  19  .  Rom. 
29.  2  Cor.  i.  20. 

YE  humble  souls  proclaim  abroad 

The  honors  of  your  king; 
Show  to  the  world  a  faithful  God, 

His  praises  ever  sing. 

His  ways  are  ever  just  and  true, 

According  to  his  will; 
All  that  he  ever  thought  to  do 

Is  his  own  purpose  still. 

3 

He  never  will  himself  deny; 

His  grace  he  will  afford: 
A  God  of  truth  can  never  He, 

Or  break  his  sacred  word. 

4 

Let  rivers  to  their  sources  run, 

Or  streams  forbear  to  flow; 
Or  planets  fall  into  the  sun, 

And  to  destruction  go; 

5 

Let  sun  and  stars  forget  to  rise, 

Or  quit  their  blest  abode; 
Or  comets  fall  from  yonder  skies, 

Out  of  their  common  road; 

6 

Yet  truth  eternally  shall  reign, 

In  spite  of  all  their  pow'r; 
Not  all  the  wit  of  skilful  men 

Can  make  it  less  or  more. 


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f 

7.    C.  M.  H.  Ballot 

The  wisdom  of  God  in  Creation. 

WHAT  boundless  wisdom  is  display'd 

In  all  the  works  of  God! 
In  ev'ry  thing  his  hands  have  made, 

By  him  pronounced  good. 

2 

When  we  survey  the  golden  sun, 
And  mark  his  glorious  light, 

Which  since  creation  has  begun, 
Divides  the  day  from  night; 

3 

Surprise  and  wonder  fill  the  mind, 

And  we  admiring  stand; 
Amaz'd  if  once  we  strive  to  find 

The  uncreated  hand, 

4 

Which  gave  to  nature  form  and  birth, 

And  nurs'd  it  by  his  care: 
Lo  !  if  we  look  to  heav'n  or  earth, 

The  ways  of  God  are  there. 


8.    L.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

God  worketh  all  things,  &c  - 

ACCORDING  to  his  holy  will, 
The  Lord  his  counsels  doth  fulfil; 
In  cv'ry  thing  his  will  is  done, 
Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  sun. 

The  times  and  seasons  he  ordain'd, 
All  in  his  knowledge  are  contain'd; 
Nor  do  his  purposes  delay. 
As  swift  these  seasons  pass  away. 


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3 

The  glorious  time  will  surely  come, 
When  Christ  shall  bring  his  ransom'd  home: 
In  one  all  things  shall  gather'd  be. 
In  an  eternal  unity. 

.  4 

This  is  the  mystery  reveal'd, 
Which  God  in  ages  past  conceal'd; 
But  now  made  known  as  was  design'd, 
In  Christ  the  Savior  of  mankind. 


9.    C.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

God  is  Love. 

GOD,  in  each  attribute,  is  love; 

Justice  and  mercy  too, 
By  its  eternal  goodness  move, 

And  have  no  other  view. 

Knowledge  and  wisdom  both  agree, 

In  all  its  gracious  plan, 
To  set  from  death,  and  bondage  free, 

The  helpless  creature,  man. 

3 

God's  pow'r  and  truth  are  here  combin'd. 

In  love  they  all  unite; 
And,  in  the  great  eternal  mind, 

Are  goodness  infinite. 

4 

This  boundless  God,  all  love,  is  ours, 

Our  father  and  our  friend; 
He  doth  provide  with  all  his  pow'rs. 

And  with  them  doth  defend. 


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10.    L.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

His  work  is  perfect. 

IN  all  thy  work  perfection  shines, 
Thou  great  First  Cause  of  nature's  frame. 
Thy  pow'r  all  nature  still  combines. 
And  shews  the  honor  of  thy  name. 

2 

The  wide  creation  swells  to  view, 
Ten  thousand  worlds,  made  by  thy  hand, 
That  system  keep,  which  wisdom  drew, 
And  by  thy  pow'r  in  order  stand. 

3 

Nor  less  perfection  do  we  see 
In  thy  rich  plan  of  grace  divine; 
From  sin,  to  set  thy  creatures  free — 
Here  all  thy  moral  beauties  shine. 

4 

The  laws  of  nature,  and  of  grace. 
Work,  and  perform  thy  heav'nly  will; 
They,  of  the  universe  the  base, 
Shall  all  thy  schemes  of  love  fulfil. 


11.    L.  M.  II.  Ballol 

The  wisdom  of  God. 

THE  depths  of  wisdom  who  can  find? 
Or  search  an  uncreated  mind? 
From  everlasting  wisdom  stood, 
As  one  brought  up  and  nurs'd  of  God, 
2 

Ere  earth's  foundations  deep  were  laid, 
Or  mountains  in  the  balance  weigh'd. 
Wisdom  divine,  in  virgin  youth, 
Drew  ev'ry  golden  line  of  truth. 

'  2 


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3 

She  struck  her  compass,  drew  her  lines, 
Her  hand  the  mighty  deep  confines; 
She  measur'd  ev?ry  globe  or  sphere, 
And  mark'd  the  circuit  they  should  steer. 
4 

The  diff'rent  seasons  did  ordain, 
The  wat'ry  clouds  to  give  us  rain, 
The  winds  to  blow,  the  streams  to  run; 
They  order  keep,  since  time  begun. 

5 

Well  she  was  pleas'd  with  all  her  ways; 
They  sure  were  fix'd  for  endless  days; 
But  on  the  sons  of  Adarri's  race, 
She  pour'd  the  richest  of  her  grace. 

6 

In  them  her  joys  excelled  far, 

Tho'  she  controlled  ev'ry  star; 

Her  sweet  delights,  and  joys  unknown, 

Are  placing  men  upon  her  throne, 

12.    L.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

The  reign  of  God — From  the  Revelations,  and  Isaiah. 

WHEN  God  descends,  with  men  to  dwell, 
And  all  creation  makes  anew; 
What  tongue  can  half  the  glories  tell, 
Or  eye  the  matchless  wonders  view? 

2 

Zion,  the  desolate,  shall  sing, 
The  wilderness  with  roses  bloom; 
Carmel  and  Sharon  both  shall  bring 
Their  spices,  and  their  rich  perfume. 


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3 

The  weak  are  strong,  the  fearful  bold. 
The  dumb  shall  sing  in  anthems  sweet; 
The  lame  shall  walk,  the  blind  behold 
Their  God,  and  worship  at  his  feet. 

4 

Celestial  streams  shall  gently  flow, 
The  wilderness  shall  joyful  be: 
Lilies  on  parched  ground  shall  grow, 
And  gladness  spring  from  ev'ry  tree. 

5 

The  wolves,  with  lambs,  in  meadows  go, 
The  leopard 's  harmless  as  the  kid; 
The  lion  shall  no  anger  show, 
But,  with  the  calf,  shall  tamely  feed. 

6 

Thus  kings  and  slaves  shall  meet  in  love, 
Old  pride  shall  die,  and  meekness  reign: 
When  God  descends  from  worlds  above, 
To  dwell  with  men  on  earth  again. 

13.    L.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

Contemplation  upon  nature. 

WHEN  nature's  wonders  I  explore: 
The  sun,  the  moon,  and  stars  we  see; 
And  stretch  my  thoughts  to  planets  more, 
Which  glow  in  vast  immensity; 

2 

Amaze  and  wonder  fill  my  mind, 
While  I  behold  the  boundless  scene; 
If  I  attempt  their  Cause  to  find, 
What  clouds  and  darkness  intervene  S 


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3 

No  voice  I  hear!  but  silence  saith, 
Be  still,  O  man!  and  humble  be; 
Stretch  forth  thy  wither'd  arm  of  faith, 
And  worship  on  the  suppPant  knee. 

4 

That  arm  and  wisdom,  tho'  unknown, 
Which  rais'd  this  universal  frame, 
Maintains  a  pure  unspotted  throne, 
And  love  eternal  is  his  name. 

14.    L.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

Tttie  same  subject  continued. 

TO  me,  what  use  are  insects  made  ? 
From  them  what  lesson  may  I  learn? 
When,  in  the  sunbeam  or  the  shade, 
I  scarcely  can  their  form  discern. 

While  cooling  zephyrs  fan,  I'll  rest 
Beneath  the  myrtle  shade,  and  see 
How  nature  hath  these  creatures  blest, 
With  action,  life,  and  liberty. 

3 

Behold  them  now,  they  toil  with  care, 
The  wants  of  hunger  to  supply; 
Feed  on  effiuv'a  (lux'rious  fare) 
Kind  nature  don't  their  wants  deny. 

4 

I  learn  from  them  industry's  care; 
I  learn  to  trust  a  bount'ous  God; 
Who  doth  my  ample  board  prepare, 
And  fills  my  soul  with  ev'ry  good. 


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15.    C.  M.  Kneeland* 

God  only  perfect. 

GO  traverse  all  the  world  around. 

To  distant  regions  roam  ; 
Perfeciion  never  can  be  found. 

But  in  the  Lord  alone. 

Sea  father  Abrcfm  full  of  faith, 

Persisting  unto  blood  ; 
Yet  he  submits  all  that  he  hath 

Unto  a  faithful  God. 

3 

Were  I,  like  Moses,  meek  and  low, 

Divested  of  my  pride  ; 
I'd  own  a  God  that  made  me  so, 

And  fear  no  pow'r  beside. 

4 

Were  I  like  Job,  submissive  stiii, 

And  patient  in  distress; 
I*d  own  Jehovah's  sovereign  will, 

And  crave  his  righteousness. 

5 

Had  I  the  birth  of  Solomon, 
And  were  as  just  and  wise; 

Like  him  my  folly  I  would  own, 
And  Jesus  only  prize* 
6 

And  Jesus  doth  a  Father  own, 
Who  gave  him  all  his  pow'r^ 

And  unto  him  he  look'd  alone, 
In  the  distressing  hour, 

*2 


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16.    L.  M.  S.  Streeter. 

All  things  established  by  wisdom.    Prov.  iii.  19.  John  i.  3. 
Col.  i.  16. 

NOT  fickle  chance,  nor  partial  pow'r, 
E'er  could  this  universe  afford  ; 
Nor  aught  but  Wi*dom,  who  is  our 
Exalted  Savior^  and  our  Lord. 

2 

Creation's  plan  by  him  was  form'd, 
And  solid  earth's  foundation  laid; 
The  sky  with  flaming  lamps  adorn'd, 
And  nature's  laws  established. 

3 

Thrones  and  dominions  here  below, 
Glory's  impending  temples  high, 
To  his  omniscient  wisdom  owe 
Their  being,  pomp,  and  majesty. 

4 

Each  wand'ring  sheep  of  Adam's  race 
Is  the  production  of  his  pow'r; 
The  care  and  object  of  his  grace, 
His  darling  child  for  evermore. 

5 

Eternity  is  wisdom's  reign, 

And  faithful  to  himself  doth  prove; 

As  one  concatenating  chain, 

Has  link'd  all  creatures  in  his  love. 

6 

The  world  from  sin  and  guilt  he  saves  ; 
Preeminence  all  things  bestow; 
A  golden  wing  the  cherub  waves; 
And  tall  archangels  humbly  bow. 


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) 

17.    L.  M.  S.  Streeter. 

A  threefold  cord  is  not  easily  broken. 

CONSUMMATE  wisdom  dwells  in  God, 
With  pow'r  almighty  and  divine; 
Who  spread  the  universe  abroad, 
While  love  supreme  pronounc'd  Amen. 

Thus  nature's  laws  are  just  and  good, 
And  providence  supremely  kind; 
Salvation,  thro'  redeeming  blood, 
Proclaims  the  system  all  divine. 

3 

Thus  all  is  right,  if  wisdom  's  wise, 
And  all  is  sure,  if  pow'r  be  strong, 
And  merciful,  if  love  implies 
A  will  to  happiness  prolong. 

4 

So  wisdom,  pow'r,  and  love  unite 
To  do  God's  will,  and  do  denote, 
That  happiness  is  his  delight, 
A  threefold  cord  that  can't  be  broke. 

Come,  trust  in  him,  ye  tim'rous  men, 
And  cast  your  cares  upon  the  Lord: 
He  is  the  whole  creation's  friend; 
Come,  shout  the  promise  of  his  word. 


18.    C.  M.  S.  Streeter. 

The  same. 

THE  Lord  in  pow'r  and  wisdom  reigns, 

With  everlasting  might; 
Unchanging  love  and  truth  maintains, 

And  beams  celestial  light. 


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2 

No  human  mind  can  comprehend 
His  vast,  myster'ous  plan: 

Nor  angels,  who  before  him  bend, 
His  boundless  nature  scan. 

3 

O  trust  in  God,  each  trembling  soul, 

Despondency,  away  ! 
His  blessings  reach  from  pole  to  pole, 

A  plenitude  for  thee. 

4 

Wisdom,  for  good,  doth  all  control, 
And  love  and  pow'r  agree; 

This  threefold  cord,  believe,  my  soul, 
Can  never  broken  be. 

5 

Unite  in  praise,  O  men,  your  hearts, 
And  strike  the  golden  lyre; 

Angels,  attune  your  golden  harps, 
And  sound  his  praises  high' r. 


19.    S.  M.  S.  Streeter. 

The  same. 

WISDOM,  and  pow'r,  and  love, 
In  all  their  glory  dwell, 
In  perfect  fulness,  far  above, 
In  our  Immanuel. 

2 

He  doth  his  gracious  will, 
In  heav'n,  in  earth,  and  sea; 
And  what  can  simple  mortals  tell, 
Or  what  presume  to  say? 


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3 

'Twas  wisdom,  pow'r,  and  love 
That  earth's  foundation  laid, 
And  to  restore  the  world  to  God, 
An  off'ring  kindly  made. 

4 

Salvation's  wond'rous  plan 
Was  wisdom's  sure  device; 
Ere  morning  stars  creation  sang. 
In  elder  Paradise. 

5 

Then  praise  the  gracious  Lamb 
And  justice  of  the  Lord; 
Raise  high  hosannas  to  his  name, 
The  matchless  silken  cord. 

6 

He  will  our  sins  destroy, 
And  all  our  guilt  renlove; 
And  ev'ry  ransom'd  soul  employ, 
In  hymning  songs  of  love. 


20.    L.  M.  S.  Streeteii. 

All  tilings  speak  the  glory  of  God.    Psalm,  xix.  1 — 5. 

THE  heav'ns  declare  thy  glory,  Lord, 
Arid  firmament  thy  skill  displays; 
Ten  thousand  twinkling  worlds  record 
The  boundless  province  of  thy  grace. 

Day  unto  day,  aloud  proclaims 
The  testimonies  of  thy  word; 
And  night  succeeding  night,  maintains 
The  order  of  thy  goodness,  Lord. 


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3 

Their  words  thro'  all  the  earth  have  gone; 
From  north  to  south,  from  east  to  west, 
And  all  that  dwell  beneath  the  sun 
Are  by  their  heav'nly  lectures  blest. 

4 

The  sun,  the  lucid  king  of  day, 
Comes  from  the  chambers  of  the  east, 
He  chases  darkness  all  away, 
And  makes  a  vast  creation  blest. 

5 

All  nature  doth  rejoice  and  sing, 
When  he  performs  his  glorious  race; 
Nor,  from  the  most  ignoble  thing, 
Doth  he  withhold  his  brightest  rays. 

6 

So  shall  the  Sun  of  Righteousness, 
Who  hath  with  healing  beams  ^ris'n; 
Each  groping  child  of  darkness  bless, 
With  more  substantial  joys  in  heav'n. 


21.    S.  M.  S.  Streeter. 

The  blessings  of  the  sun.   Psalm  xix.  5,  6. 

BEHOLD  the  brilliant  sun, 
Like  to  a  bridegroom  drest, 
Come  from  the  curtains  of  the  east, 
And  shine  unto  the  west! 

2 

All  nature  doth  rejoice, 
At  his  refulgent  rays; 
The  teeming  earth,  the  fruitful  trees, 
Attune  their  voice  to  praise. 

3 

Hark!  hear  the  tuneful  birds 
Begin  their  morning  lay; 


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The  bleating  flocks,  the  lowing  herds,, 
Welcome  the  king  of  day. 

4 

Nor  man  of  nobler  form, 
Nor  creeping  things  more  mean. 
Doth  he  refuse  to  bless  and  warm, 
With  his  enliv'ning  beam. 

5 

So  shall  God's  only  Son, 
In  lucid  beams  of  grace; 
Arise  with  healing  in  his  wings, 
And  all  the  nations  bless. 

6 

The  woodlands  shall  rejoice, 
The  vernal  warblers  sing; 
But  melody  of  praise  from  man, 
Thro'  earth,  shall  louder  ring. 


22.    L.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

If  God  governs  the  natural  world,  why  not  the  moral  \ 

IF  sun  and  moon,  and  stars  of  light 
Are  govern'd  by  Jehovah's  might; 
If  water,  air,  and  earth,  and  fire, 
In  truth,  fulfil  his  vast  desire; 

2 

If  birds  and  beasts,  of  every  form, 
Fish  of  the  sea,  and  ev'ry  worm; 
If  days,  and  months,  and  years  combine. 
All  to  fulfil  the  Lord's  design  ; 

3 

If  seas,  and  lands,  and  clouds,  and  rain, 
And  brooks,  that  water  all  the  plain3 
And  light  and  darkness  all  fulfil 
His  great  decree,  his  sov'ieign  will ; 


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4 

Shail  man,  whose  breath  is  nought  but  air. 
His  independence  loud  declare  ? 
That  life  and  death  are  in  his  pow'r  ? 
No  !  Humble  be  and  God  adore  I 


23.  P.  M.         S.  Ballou. 

The  Great  First  Cause. 

THE  first  Almighty  Cause, 

Who  did  all  things  create, 

Gave  nature  all  her  laws, 

Unchangeable  as  fate  : 
The  Source  of  life,  the  Spring  of  springs, 
His  praise,  all  heav'n,  and  nature  sings. 
2 

Where'er  I  cast  mine  eyes, 

With  raptures  I  behold, 

Below,  or  in  the  skies, 

Wonders  that  can't  be  told  ! 
In  nature's  book,  in  ev'ry  line, 
His  wisdom  and  perfections  shine. 

3 

On  him  all  worlds  depend, 

To  him  all  bend  the  knee  : 

But  none  can  comprehend 

The  boundless  Deity. 
He  fills  all  space,  lives  ev'ry  where, 
Sustains  the  whole,  makes  all  his  care. 


24.  C.  M.        S.  Balloit. 
The  wisdom  of  God  in  Creation  and  Providence 

GOD,  by  his  wisdom,  mark'd  the  way 
For  all  his  orbs  of  light; 


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The  sun  to  guide  the  light  by  day, 
The  moon  and  stars  by  night. 

2 

To  men,  to  beasts,  fish,  fowls,  and  worms, 

He  is  supremely  good; 
He,  tho'  he  made  ten  thousand  forms, 

Supplies  them  all  with  food. 

3 

God,  over  all  his  works,  has  plac'd 

His  providential  care; 
Each  living  thing,  of  diff'rent  taste, 

He  feeds  with  diff'rent  fare. 

4 

He  oversees  his  vast  estate, 

One  purpose  to  fulfil; 
On  him  shall  his  creation  wait, 

And  do  his  holy  will. 


25.    L.  M.  S.  Ballou, 

The  knowledge  of  God. 

THY  knowledge,  Lord,  is  most  sublime, 
Coeval  with  thy  pow'r  and  might; 
All  the  events  of  future  time, 
At  first,  lay  open  to  thy  sight. 

All  knowledge  springs  from  God  alone; 
So  perfect  is  the  Deity, 
What  was  to  be,  to  him  was  known; 
Whatever  is,  was  so  to  be. 

3 

His  boundless  knowledge  none  can  mete. 
No  angel's  eye  can  search  it  through; 
No  strange  event  his  plan  defeat; 
To  him  there's  nothing  old  nor  new. 
3 


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26.  L.  M.  S.  Ballou. 

The  love  of  God. 
HOW  far  Jehovah's  love  excels 
Our  highest  praise,  our  deepest  thought! 
No  malice  in  his  bosom  dwells, 
His  love  endures  and  changes  not. 

2 

Love  is  his  nature  and  his  name, 
His  love  can  neither  wax  nor  wane; 
Thro'  ev'ry  age  has  been  the  same, 
And  will  to  endless  years  remain. 

3 

As  well  may  mortals  take  their  flight, 
And  soar  aloft  to  worlds  above; 
As  well  may  darkness  dwell  in  light 
As  hatred  dwell  in  boundless  love. 

27.  L.  M.  S.  Ballou. 
Man  created  for  the  glory  of  God. 

FOR  thy  great  glory,  mighty  Lord, 
Thou  didst  create  the  human  race; 
Thy  name  by  all  shall  be  ador'd, 
And  ev'ry  tongue  shall  give  thee  praise. 
2 

God  for  his  children  doth  provide, 
All  of  his  goodness  must  partake; 
Or  how  can  he  be  glorifi'd, 
By  those  he  made  for  glory's  sake? 


28.    C.  M.  S.  Ballou. 

The  foreknowledge  and  love  of  God. 

THAT  all  mankind  would  go  astray, 

And  be  to  evil  prone; 
To  slavish  fears  become  a  prey, 

To  God  was  truly  known. 


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2 

He  sent  his  witness  down  to  prove9 

To  mortals  here  below, 
That  God  is  everlasting  Love; 

Our  friend,  and  not  our  foe. 

3 

His  Son  appear'd  to  our  relief, 
To  preach  the  truth  on  earth; 

Redeem  mankind  from  unbelief, 
From  darkness,  sin,  and  death. 

4 

J^ruth  is  the  sure  foundation  stone, 

And,  that  we  might  believe, 
God  sent  his  Christ  to  make  it  known. 

That  we  to  him  might  live. 

6 

This  gives  us  faith,  expels  our  fear; 

This  light  will  lead  us  home; 
It  gives  us  consolation  here, 

And  hope  for  joys  to  come, 

29.    C.  M.  Turver. 

Natural  objects,  images  of  Spiritual. 

LO,  what  a  speaking  lustre  shines 

In  all  the  works  of  God; 
His  wisdom  writ  in  fairest  lines/ 

His  pow'r  declar'd  abroad. 

2 

The  heav'ns,  adorn'd  with  moon  and  stars 

Express  his  glorious  skill; 
The  day  his  strong  impression  bears, 

The  night  attends  his  will. 

3 

Their  language  thro'  the  earth  is  heard; 
One  all  extending  voice 


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Proclaims  the  cheering,  peaceful  word, 
Which  bids  the  earth  rejoice. 

4 

Behold  yon  glowing,  radiant  sun, 
Great  source  of  blissful  light, 

Rejoicing,  while  his  course  to  run, 
He  sheds  effulgence  bright! 

5 

Such  is  thy  law,  O  God  of  grace! 

Which  renovates  the  soul; 
A  law  of  love,  and  truth,  and  peace, 

That  makes  the  wounded  whole. 

6 

Nor  shall  its  moral  light  grow  dim, 

Or  ever  fade  away; 
The  present,  gentle,  rising  beam 

Shall  shed  a  boundless  day. 


30.    L.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

God  is  Love. 

WHEN  my  astonish'd  eyes  behold 
My  Maker's  works,  below,  above; 
And  read  his  name  in  lines  of  gold, 
I  surely  know  that  God  is  love. 

2 

When  I  observe  his  written  word, 
His  promises  of  grace  I  prove; 
I  wonder  men  don't  praise  the  Lord, 
For  Scripture  saith  that  u  God  is  Love." 

3 

What  gentle  streams  of  pleasure  roll! 
What  quick'ning  from  the  mystic  Dove! 
Now  peace  divine  fills  all  my  soul, 
And  I  can  shout  "my  God  is  Love." 


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4 

Now  heav'nly  courage  I'll  put  on, 

For  far  away  my  fear  is  drove; 

I'll  bow  before  the  living  Son, 

And  loud  proclaim,  "My  God  is  Love." 

31.  L.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

Christ  the  power  of  God,  and  the  Wisdom  of  God. 
(      1  Cor.  i.  2,  4. 

GOD's  pow'r  and  wisdom  do  agree 
To  set  the  captive  sinner  free; 
Thus,  in  our  Savior,  we  may  find 
All  pow'r  and  wisdom,  both  combin'd. 
2 

For  wisdom  laid  th'  eternal  plan 
To  save  from  sin  the  creature  man; 
Love  is  the  pow'r  that  shall  fulfil 
This  blest  decree,  this  gracious  will. 

3 

God's  wisdom  is  a  boundless  sea/ 
His  pow'r  as  glorious  sure  must  be: 
Then  why  should  we  so  faithless  prove, 
Nor  trust  the  riches  of  his  love? 

4 

Thy  wisdom,  Lord,  on  us  bestow, 
And  cause  thy  love,  in  us  to  grow; 
Then  we  thy  mercy,  Lord,  shall  see, 
As  boundless  as  immensity. 

32.  S.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

The  same. 

WISDOM  and  pow'r  we  see, 
In  Jesus  are  combin'd, 
To  set  the  race  of  Adam  free 
From  wroes  of  ev'ry  kind, 
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What  wisdom  doth  devise, 
The  pow'r  of  love  shall  do; 
This  pow'r  shall  make  the  simple  wise. 
The  sinful  just  and  true. 

3 

No  bounds  doth  wisdom  know, 
And  love  is  sure  the  same; 
How  wide  must  this  salvation  flow? 
To  all  the  sons  of  men. 

4 

Thy  wisdom,  Lord,  impart, 
And  fill  us  with  thy  love; 
And  grant  us  purity  of  heart, 
And  tempers  like  the  dove. 

33.    C.  M.  H.  Baelou. 

The  gospel  mission.    Mark,  xvi.  15,  16. 

GO,  saith  a  risen  Savior,  go, 

My  gospel  preach  to  all; 
Let  the  most  distant  nations  know, 

And  hear,  my  gracious  call. 

Proclaim  aloud  ray  gospel  free. 

And  ev'ry  creature  teach; 
That  they  may  my  salvation  see, 

My  gospel  faithful  preach. 

3 

The  blest  effects  then  you  shall  see 

In  them  who  do  believe; 
Their  souls,  from  sin  and  death  set  free, 

By  faith  in  me  shall  live. 

4 

For  want  of  faith  in  them  that  hear, 

The  word  is  not  receiv'd; 
From  sin,  and  death.,  and  ev'ryfear, 

Their  souls  are  not  reliev'd. 


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34.  S.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

>The  same-    Matt.  last  paragraph. 

THE  words  which  Jesus  spake, 
To  his  disciples  dear, 
A  due  impression  ought  to  make 
On  all  who  read  or  hear. 

2 

66  All  pow'r  in  heav'n  and  earth, 
To  me  is  freely  giv'n; 
That  pow'r  which  gave  the  creature  birth 
Shall  raise  the  soul  to  heav'n. 

3 

"Go  ye,  therefore,  and  teach, 
Baptizing  in  my  name; 
To  ev'ry  nation  freely  preach, 
That  they  may  know  the  same. 

4 

u  My  new  commandments  all, 
Teach  ail  men  to  obey  ; 
And  watch  and  pray  lest  they  should  fall 
And  miss  the  heav'nly  way.  < 
5 

"And  while  you  faithful  prove, 
Still  with  you  I  will  go; 
Give  you  the  comforts  of  my  love, 
In  ev'ry  scene  of  woe. 

6 

"  Your  labors  shall  be  blest, 
Prosperity  I'll  send; 
My  presence  still  shall  give  you  rest, 
Until  the  world  shall  end." 

35.  L.  M.  H.  Ballou. 
God's  promise  to  Abraham. 

THE  Lord  to  Abraham  did  say, 
Rise,  from  thy  kindred,  come  away. 


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And  to  the  land  of  Canaan  go> 
A  land  which  I  to  you  will  show, 

There  Abra?m  sacred  worship  paid. 
And  God,  a  promise  to  him  made, 
That  in  his  blessings  he  should  find 
A  Father  merciful  and  kind. 

3 

These  lands,  on  you,  I  will  bestow, 
And  give  a  num'rous  offspring  too; 
And  in  thy  seed  shall  wisdom  find 
A  blessing  sure  for  ail  mankind. 

4 

Tho'  far  remote  the  glorious  day, 
When  many  ages  pass  away;' 
In  his  own  time,  will  God  fulfil 
This  great  decree,  his  gracious  will. 

36.    S.  M.  II .  Ballou0 

The  same. 

WHEN  God  in  mercy  gave 
His  promises  of  grace; 
He,  to  the  sun  of  Terah^  said, 
Arise,  and  leave  this  place. 

2 

Into  a  country  go. 
Which  I,  to  thee,  do  give; 
It  shall  with  milk  and  honey  flow, 
There  you  secure  may  live. 

3 

Abra'm  obey'd  his  God, 
And  left  his  kindred  dear; 
While  on  the  promis'd  ground  he  trod. 
The  Lord  made  him  his  care : 


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4 

And  thus  to  him  he  said, 
To  thee  I  now  make  known 
The  grace  and  mercy  I've  decreed 
In  my  beloved  Son. 

5 

Lo,  from  thy  loins  shall  rise, 
A  Branch,  a  tender  shoot, 
Its  tow'ring  top  shall  reach  the  skies, 
And  bend  to  earth  with  fruit. 

6  . 

All  nations  shall  be  blest, 
In  Christ,  thy  seed  to  come; 
Jesus  shall  give  his  people  rest, 
In  his  eternal  home. 

37.    C.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

The  message  of  the  Angels  to  the  shepherds. 

WHAT  sudden  glories  did  surprise 
Shepherds  who  watch'd  their  fold; 

A  heav'nly  form  salutes  their  eyes, 
Array'd  in  shining  gold! 

•  2 

'Twas  night,  and  gloomy  darkness  hung 

Over  the  lands  afar; 
Shepherds  in  pensive  numbers  sung, 

Or  watch'd  the  twinkling  star. 

3 

Deep  musing  on  the  prophecies 

Of  glories  then  to  come; 
With  glimm'ring  hopes  and  longing  eyes, 

They  of  Messiah  sung. 

4 

But  Lo!  the  long  excepted  day 
Salutes  their  wishful  eyes; 


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While  heav'nly  grace  makes  a  display^ 
Which  strikes  them  with  surprise* 
5 

Trembling  they  stand,  as  in  amaze. 

To  see  the  vision  bright; 
They  steadfast  on  the  angel  gaze, 

While  wrapt  in  silent  night. 

6 

August  the  words,  which  silence  break. 
And  charming  to  their  ears; 

Wliile  all  their  tremblings  them  forsake. 
And  they  forget  their  fears. 

7 

Behold!  the  tidings  which  we  bring. 

To  you  of  heav'nly  grace; 
Is  of  your  long  expected  King5 

The  Savior  of  your  race! 

8 

Today  is  born  in  Bethlehem, 

The  long  expected  Light9 
To  rule  the  New  Jerusalem, 

And  turn  to  day  the  night. 


38.    S.  M.  H.  Ballow. 

The  same. 

SWEET  visions  from  the  Lord, 
The  shepherds  did  behold; 
Celestial  angels  brought  them  word? 
And  to  the  shepherds  told: 

...  2 

Glad  tidings  we  declare, 
Of  joys,  to  all  mankind; 
The  sign  to  see  you  may  prepare^ 
In  BethVem  you  will  find, 


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3 

Jesus,  your  Lord  and  King, 
His  mother  Mary  by; 
Then  did  the  heav'nly  concert  sing, 
And  praises  fili'd  the  sky. 

4 

God's  glory  they  unite 
With  his  good  will  and  grace; 
Extensive  as  his  boundless  might, 
O'er  all  the  human  race. 

39.    L.  M.  Kneeland. 

The  same. 

WHILE  shepherds  watch'd  their  wand'ring 
sheep, 

In  shades  of  night,  estrang'd  from  sleep, 

A  shining  angel  did  appear, 

Which  fili'd  the  shepherds'  hearts  with  fear. 

But  soon  the  angel  silence  broke, 
And  glory  beamed  as  he  spoke, 
Fear  not  (said  he)  behold  I  bring 
Glad  tidings!  Hallelujah  sing! 

4 

This  day  is  born  the  holy  Word; 
The  Savior ,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord; 
The  news  shall  spread  from  pole  to  pole, 
A  healing  balm  for  ev'ry  soul. 

4 

And  this  to  you  a  sign  shall  be. 
In  BethVem  you  the  babe  shall  see, 
In  swaddling  bands,  all  meanly  clad,' 
And  gently  in  a  manger  laid. 

5 

He  spake;  and  lo!  a  heav'nly  choir 
Began  to  raise  their  voices  high'r; 


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Glory  to  God!  good  will  to  men! 
Messiah's  kingdom  ne'er  shall  end! 

40.    S.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

Behold  what  manner  of  Love,  &c. 

WHAT  unknown  love  is  this 
The  Father  hath  bestow'd, 
Which  makes  us  heirs  of  endless  bliss. 
And  living  sons  of  God! 

2 

When  we  were  aliens^  lost. 
And  bound  in  chains  of  sin; 
It  did  the  blood  of  Jesus  cost. 
To  bring  us  home  again. 

3 

How  faint  our  mortal  love 
When,  Lord,  compar'd  with  thine! 
O  send  thy  Spirit  from  above, 
And  give  us  love  divine. 

4 

As  children  of  thy  grace. 
May  we  obed'ent  prove; 
And  sit  beneath  thy  smiling  face, 
In  thy  blest  courts  above. 


41.    C.  M.  II.  Ballou. 

What  God  hath  cleansed,  that,  call  not  thou  common. 
Acts,  x.  15. 

WHEN  God  would  on  the  Gentiles  rise, 

In  light  of  truth  divine; 
He  blest  his  holy  servant's  eyes 

With  visions  most  sublime. 

2 

The  to  and  prophets  open'd  were, 
While  he  the  vision  saw: 


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The  covenant  of  grace  was  there, 
Descending  from  the  law. 

3 

Like  to  a  vessel  that  contain'd 

The  Gentile  and  the  Jew; 
All  that  the  promises  had  nam'd, 

Presented  were  to  view. 

4 

What  God  hath  cleans'd  is  not  unclean, 

The  vision  truly  saith; 
Knowledge  of  what  these  words  do  mean 

Enlarg'd  th'  apostle's  faith. 

42.    C.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

By  grace  are  ye  saved,  &c  Eph.  ii.  3. 

BY  grace  the  great  Salvation  comes, 
Thro'  faith  of  Christ,  our  Lord; 

Not  by  the  works  which  we  have  done, 
But  by  th'  eternal  Word. 

2 

The  pow'r  of  God,  in  Christ  reveal'd, 

Created  us  anew; 
And  by  his  Holy  Spirit  seal'd 

His  children,  just  and  true. 

3 

As  God  ordain'd  that  we  should  live 
In  peace  and  heav'nly  love; 

He  doth  his  Holy  Spirit  give, 
And  comforts  from  above. 

4 

Then  let  us  always  watchful  be, 
T'  improve  the  heav'nly  grace, 

And  live  from  works  of  darkness  free 
And  run  the  heav'nly  race. 
4 


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43.    L.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

The  journey  of  the  wise  men  from  the  east. 

THE  prophets  came  from  hills  of  light. 

Thro'  ages  to  Jerusalem; 

A  star  directed  them,  by  night, 

To  find  the  babe  of  Bethlehem. 

2 

Their  path  was  laid  by  Herod's  throne. 
In  private,  he  their  words  perus'd; 
He  wish'd  those  visitants  were  gone, 
And  their  monitions  all  refus'd. 

3 

How  they  rejoiced  in  that  light, 
Which  brought  them  on  their  shining  way; 
And  lit  on  shepherds  in  that  night 
When  Jesus  in  the  manger  lay! 

4 

What  golden  truths  and  spices  sweet, 
Are  treasur'd  in  the  prophet's  word! 
They  lay  them  all  at  Jesus'  feet, 
And  bless  the  mother  of  the  Lord. 

5 

But  kings  and  thrones  cannot  be  found, 
In  all  the  shining  paths  of  love; 
In  which  the  prophecies  return'd 
To  New  Jerusalem  above. 

6 

Mad  kings  may  vent  their  spite  in  vain, 
The  troubled  earth  with  mourning  fill; 
But  Jesus  shall  in  glory  reign: 
(  The  prophets  all  these  wonders  telL 


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44.  C.  M.  Kneeland. 
The  Lord  is  my  shepherd.    Psalm,  xxiii. 

THE  Lord  my  only  shepherd  is, 

I  want  no  other  guide; 
In  pastures  green  he  makes  me  feed, 

Down  by  some  water  side. 

% 

He  fills  my  soul  withheav'nly  food, 
With  knowledge,  truth,  and  love; 

He  makes  me  taste  of  ev'ry  good 
Descending  from  above. 

3 

Yea,  tho'  I  walk  in  shades  of  death, 

No  danger  will  I  fear; 
Since  he  who  gave  my  body  breath 

Will  be  my  helper  there. 

4 

My  table  ev'ry  day  is  spread, 

In  presence  of  my  foes; 
Thou  pourest  oil  upon  my  head, 

My  cup  it  overflows. 

5 

Thy  mercy  and  thy  boundless  love 

Attend  me  all  my  days! 
Then  shall  I  dwell  with  God  above, 

And  all  my  work  be  praise. 

45.  P.  M.  Kneeland. 

The  same. 

THE  Lord  my  shepherd  is, 
Supplying  all  my  need; 
In  pastures  ever  green 
He  maketh  me  to  feed: 

My  feet  he  takes 

Out  of  the  snare; 


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His  only  care 

My  soul  he  makes. 

Yea,  tho'  I  walk,  thro'  death, 
No  danger  will  I  fear; 
For  he  who  gave  me  breath. 
Attends  when  danger's  near. 

Thy  staff  and  rod 

Shall  comfort  me, 

Whene'er  I  see 

It 's  from  my  God. 

3 

The  Lord  my  table  spreads, 
In  presence  of  my  foes; 
"With  oil  anoints  my  head, 
My  cup  it  overflows, 

Mercy  and  love, 

Attend  my  days; 

Then  let  me  praise 

My  God  above. 

46.    P.  M.  Kneeland. 

Character  of  Christ. 

MEDIATOR,  Son  of  God! 
Spread  thy  boundless  love  abroad. 
Counsellor,  the  Prince  of  Peace! 
Fill  the  world  with  truth  and  grace. 

Sun  of  righteousness!  arise! 
Send  thy  light  around  the  skies. 
Life  of  all  the  quick  and  dead! 
Feed  our  souls  with  living  bread. 

3 

Leader  of  the  halt  and  blind! 
Raise  to  life  the  sinking  mind. 
Binder  of  the  broken  heart! 
Grace  to  ev'ry  soul  impart. 


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4 

Opener  of  the  sealed  book! 
Cause  the  world  therein  to  look. 
Taker  of  the  vail  away! 
Lead  us  to  eternal  day. 

5 

Raiser  of  the  dead  to  life! 
Save  the  world  from  war  and  strife. 
Savior  of  rebellious  man! 
Prosecute  th'  eternal  plan. 

6 

Op'ner  of  the  prison  door! 
Captive  souls  to  light  restore. 
Lamb  of  God  to  finish  sin! 
Bring  thy  work  unto  an  end, 

47.    L.   M,  Kneeland, 

Joseph  a  type  of  Christ. 

WHEN  Joseph  saw  his  brethren  dear, 
Afflicted  and  in  trouble  sore: 
From  weeping  he  could  not  forbear, 
Altho'  they'd  injur'd  him  before. 

Yet,  from  them  all  he  does  refrain, 
To  bring  their  cruel  thoughts  to  mind; 
And  while  in  darkness  they  remain, 
No  peace  cr  comfort  can  they  find, 

3 

Their  hearts  betray'd!  themselves  condemned! 
And  now  for  mercy  they  do  crave; 
But  little  thought  he  was  a  friend, 
Who  had  determin'd  them  to  save. 

4 

But  O!  how  soon  their  sorrow  fled, 
When  they  the  name  of  Joseph  hearj 

*  4 


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When  he  whom  they  had  wished  dead. 
For  their  relief,  doth  now  appear! 

5 

And  shall  we  such  a  brother  find, 
When  in  distress,  and  danger  fear; 
To  raise  to  life  the  sinking  mind, 
And  all  our  drooping  spirits  cheer? 

6 

Yes,  Jesus  is  our  brother,  friend, 
Whom  once  our  sins  have  crucify'd; 
Yet  still  he  doth  salvation  send, 
As,  for  our  sakes,  he  groan*  d  and  dy'd. 

48.  S.  M.  Kneeland. 
God's  Elect.   Isa.  xlii.  1 — 4.   Eph.  i.  3—7- 

BEHOLD  th'  Elect  of  God! 
His  servant  whom  he  chose, 
To  scatter  light  and  truth  abroad, 
And  reconcile  his  foes! 

Th'  Elect  is  Jesus  Christ; 
The  head  of  ev'ry  man; 
He  gives  to  all  eternal  life: 
This  is  Jehovah's  plan. 

3 

Our  souls  all  chosen  were, 
In  this  elected  head; 
Before  God  did  the  heav'ns  prepare, 
Or  earth's  foundation  laid. 

4 

With  Christ  we  share  a  part, 

In  this  eternal  love: 
He  keeps  our  souls  all  nigh  his  hearty 

And  carries  them  above. 


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49.  C.  M.  Kneeland. 

Paternal  affection.    Isa.  xliv.  15.  liv.  &. 

THO'  mothers  may  forgetful  prove^ 

Of  sucklings  at  the  breast; 
Or  yearning  bowels  cease  to  move 

To  infants  when  oppress'd! 

2 

Yet  Jesus  ne'er  forgets  his  bride. 

Made  of  his  flesh  and  bone; 
Who  dwells  for  ever  near  his  side, 

And  by  him  lives  alone. 

3 

Altho'  forsaken  she  hath  been, 

And  in  a  widow'd  state; 
The  Lord  will  raise  her  up  again, 

And  make  her  vastly  great. 

4 

The  barren  shall  be  made  to  bear, 

And  many  children  have; 
She  is  the  Lord's  peculiar  care — 

He  will  her  children  save. 

5 

The  Lord  will  plead  in  Ziorts  cause, 

Her  ruin'd  state  will  raise; 
Salvation  then  shall  be  her  walls, 

And  all  her  gates  be  praise. 

50.  C.  M.  Kneeland. 

Offices  of  Christ. 

HEAR  the  glad  voice!  Messiah  comes! 

The  Savior  promis'd  long; 
Let  ev'ry  heart  prepare  him  Toom, 

And  ev'ry  breast  a  sr>ng. 


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2 

His  soul  is  fill'd  with  heav'nly  love, 

He  breathes  celestial  fire; 
Possesses  wisdom  from  above, 

Which  doth  his  heart  inspire. 

3 

He  comes  to  ope  the  prison  gates, 

The  pris'ners  to  set  free; 
He  bursts  away  the  iron  grates, 

And  grants  them  liberty. 

4 

He  comes,  from  sin  and  moral  death, 

To  call  our  souls  away; 
And  to  the  utmost  bounds  of  earth, 

He'll  pour  celestial  day. 

5 

He  comes  to  bind  the  broken  heart, 

And  raise  the  dying  dead; 
His  grace  to  ev'ry  soul  impart, 

And  fill  the  poor  with  bread. 

6 

He  tunes  our  thankful  hearts  to  sing. 
With  more  than  mortal  lays; 

While  heaven's  highest  arches  ring, 
Reverberating  praise. 


51.    C.  M.  S.  Streeter. 

Christ,  the  Salvation  of  the  world,  drawn  from  sever? 
scriptures. 

BEHOLD  the  promises  of  grace, 

Fulfiil'd  in  Christ  the  Lord; 
The  covenant  of  Israel's  race, 

The  true  and  faithful  Word! 

2 

God  hath  made  bare  his  holy  arrn^ 
In  ev'ry  nation's  eye, 


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Thro'  Jesus  Christ,  the  sacred  Word, 
Who  did  for  sinners  die! 

3 

To  raise  up  Jacob's  fallen  tribes 

Was  but  a  trifling  thing; 
God  therefore  gave  his  Son,  to  be 

Salvation  for  all  men. 

4 

And  Christ  the  potent  Word  's  gone  forthp 

In  truth  and  righteousness; 
Nor  shall  he  e'er  discouraged  be, 

'Till  sin  and  sorrow  cease. 

5 

The  dark'ning  clouds  of  doubt  shall  move. 

While  hills  of  guilt  depart; 
And  ev'ry  child  of  sorrow  have 

A  mansion  in  his  heart. 


52.    C.  M.  S.  Streeter. 

Peace  the  work,  and  quietness  and  assurance  the  effect,  o£ 
righteousness.    Isa.  xxxii.  17.  xlii.  21. 

THE  work  of  Christ,  our  righteousness, 

Is  joy  and  sacred  peace; 
He  doth  redeem  us  by  his  blood, 

And  save  us  by  his  grace. 

Lo  all  divine  perfections  dwell 

Harmoniously  in  him; 
Justice  and  mercy  both  agree 

To  save  the  world  from  sin. 

3 

In  works  of  his  own  righteousness, 

The  Lord  is  pleased  well; 
His  grace  and  love  to  sinful  men, 

6ur  largest  thoughts  excel. 


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4 

He  magnifies  the  law  of  life, 
Which  doth  convert  the  soul; 

And  thro'  the  process  of  his  grace, 
Unbounded  fpleasures  roll, 

5 

Th'  effect  of  this  atoning  love 

Is  peace  and  quietness; 
And  'surance  to  believing  souls; 

Whom  thus  the  Lord  doth  bless. 


53.    L.  M.  S.  Streeter. 

Blessings  of  Christ's  kingdom.    Isaiah,  xxxii.  1 — 4, 

A  KING  shall  reign  in  righteousness, 
And  all  the  kindred  nations  bless; 
He's  King  of  Salem^  King  of  Peace, 
Nor  shall  his  spreading  kingdom  cease. 

In  him  the  naked  soul  shall  find 
A  hiding  place  from  chilling  wind; 
Or  when  the  raging  tempests  beat, 
A  covert  zwrm}  a  safe  retreat. 

3 

In  burning  sands  and  parched  ground, 
He  like  a  river  shall  be  found; 
Or  lofty  rock,  beneath  whose  shade, 
The  weary  trav'ller  rests  his  head. 

4 

The  dimness  gone,  all  eyes  shall  see 
His  glory,  grace,  and  majesty; 
All  ears  shall  hearken,  and  obtain 
The  words  of  life,  from  Christ  the  Lamb, 

5 

The  sinful  heart,  that  knew  not  God, 
Shall  understand  and  know  his  word; 


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And  organs  of  the  stamm'ring  tongue? 
Plainly  accent  the  grateful  song. 

54.    S.  M.  S.  Streeter. 

Christ  fairer  than  men.    Psalm  xlv.  1, 2. 

CELESTIAL  Pow'r  above, 
Impart  thy  holy  fire, 
And  fill  my  soul  with  heav'nly  iove? 
While  I  attune  my  lyre. 

2 

Help  me  the  joyful  theme 
With  pleasure  to  indite; 
The  grace  and  glory  of  the  Lamb, 
The  matchless  King  of  Light, 
3 

Ten  thousand  times  more  fair 
Than  all  the  sons  of  men, 
Art  thou,  my  Savior^  and  my  Lord, 
My  everlasting  Friend. 

4 

Into  thy  lips  were  pour'd 
Celestial  streams  of  grace; 
That  thou  might  plent'ously  afford 
To  souls  in  keen  distress. 

5 

God  hath  anointed  thee 
With  majesty  and  pow'r; 
And  universal  blessings  crown 
Thy  reign  for  evermore. 

6 

All  kindred,  tongues  shall  be 
The  trophies  of  thy  grace; 
Rais'd  to  immortal  scenes  of  joy, 
To  sing  thine  endless  praise, 


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55.    L.  M.  S.  Streeter. 

Christ  most  mighty.    Psalm  xlv.  S — 5. 

GIRD  on  thy  sword,  most  mighty  Lord, 

The  spirit  of  thy  sacred  word, 

With  glory  and  with  majesty, 

Thy  conqu'ring  love,  thro'  earth  display. 

2 

In  char'ots  of  Salvation  come, 
Make  ev'ry  heart,  thy  constant  home; 
Reveal  thy  truth  and  righteousness, 
And  meekness  to  the  human  race. 

3 

A  blood-stain' d  arrow  from  thy  bow, 
Shall  lay  the  haughty  tempter  low; 
E'en  carnal  mind,  thine  enemy; 
Then  shall  the  people  follow  thee. 

4 

Then  shall  all  things  below,  above, 
The  sceptre  of  thy  kingdom  love; 
And  by  remembrance  of  thy  grace, 
Conspire  to  shout  thy  highest  praise. 


56.    P.  M.  S.  Streeter. 

A  lively  hope  produced  by  Christ's  death  and  resurrection 
1  Tim.  ii.  6.  Heb.  ii.  9.    1  Pet.  i.  8. 

BEFORE  the  earth  was  form'd 

Or  beaut'ous  order  shone, 

Salvation's  plan  was  laid 

In  God's  eternal  Son, 
Who  shed  his  renovating  blood, 
To  reconcile  all  things  to  God. 


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2 

He,  by  peculiar  grace, 

Did  die  for  ev'ry  man; 

Each  mortal  did  embrace 

In  his  eternal  plan, 
And  as  the  whole  creation's  head, 
His  universal  love  display'd. 

3 

While  in  a  servant's  form, 

He  dwelt  in  humble  clay; 

Tho'  ridicul'd  in  scorn, 

How  does  the  Savior  pray? 
u  Father  a  full  forgiveness  shew, 
For  lo  !  they  know  not  what  they  do." 
4 

Nor  when  in  realms  above, 
Where  deathless  glories  shine, 
Does  he  curtail  his  love 
Or  lessen  his  design. 
He  is  thro'  Endless  years  the  same, 
ost  gracious  Savior  of  all  men. 

5 

Yea,  a  most  lively  hope^ 

Did  our  Redeemer  give; 

When  glory's  ga^es  he  op'd? 

That  we  thro'  him  might  live: 
Behold,  the  laurell'd  Conqu'ror  comes, 
Victorious,  from  the  silent  tomb! 

6 

Nor  can  the  grave  control 

One  member  of  this  Head: 

To  raise  to  life  each  soul7 

The  dear  Redeemer  bled. 
The  Spirit  which  he  spreads  abroad 
Will  reconcile  the  world  to  God, 
5 


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57.    P.  M.       H.  Ballou. 

Of  the  Messiah. 

COME,  let  us  raise  our  voices  high, 
Jesus  to  praise,  who  came  to  die, 

And  bought  our  lives  with  blood; 
O  may  our  God  his  grace  impart, 
And  love  divine  fill  ev'ry  heart 

With  pure  substantial  good. 

All  earthly  vanities  be  gone! 
While  we  pursue  the  heav'nly  song, 

May  glory  be  our  aim; 
May  knowledge  shew  our  zeal  the  way, 
With  joy  we'll  travel  all  the  day, 

In  hope  of  heav'nly  gain. 

3 

Jesus3  the  name,  the  dearest  name, 
The  tallest  angel  dares  not  claim, 

Nor  seraph  call  his  own; 
Thrones,  pow'rs,  dominions,  all  must  bend, 
When  they  before  their  Author  stand, 

Or  wait  before  his  throne, 
4 

All  pow'r  committed  to  his  hands, 

A  Prophet,  King,  and  Priest,  he  stands. 

Judge,  Advocate,  in  one; 
This  name  a  Savior  sure  must  mean, 
To  save  his  people  from  their  sin. 

And  for  the  same  atone. 

5 

But  O,  the  glories  of  the  plan, 
The  wisest  angel  tries  to  scan, 

And  tunes  his  lyre  to  praise- 
May  we  in  concert  all  combine, 
And  in  the  heav'nly  chorus  join, 

While  love  inspires  the  lays, 


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6 

Further  dare  not  presume  to  go, 
Of  the  Eternal,  think  nor  know, 

But  as  in  himreveal'd,; 
He  is  our  radiant  morning  star, 
Our  noon  day  sun,  bright,  shining  far. 

Nor  is  his  light  conceal'd. 

7 

If  brighter  grows  the  vision  fair, 
And  wonders  rise,  beyond  compare, 

And  we  astonish'd  stand; 
When  music  loses  all  her  pow'r, 
Still  we  may  gaze,  and  still  adore, 

And  feel  our  hearts  expand. 


58.    S.  M.       H.  Ballou. 

Christ  the  Lord  our  Righteousness.  Jer.  xxiii.  6. 

CHRIST  is  our  righteousness, 
And  our  salvation  made; 
He  is  our  glorious  wedding  dress, 
We  need  not  be  afraid. 

2 

Our  filthy  garments  all, 
We  now  may  lay  aside; 
And  listen  to  his  gracious  call, 
'Tis  to  his  lovely  bride; 

3 

Her  garment  to  put  on, 
Which  covers  all  her  sin, 
That  she  the  heav'nly  race  may  run, 
And  crowns  of  glory  win. 

4 

O  may  this  heav'nly  grace, 
A  wedding  garment  prove^ 


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To  each  of  Adam's  guilty  race. 
In  the  blest  courts  above. 


59.    C.  M.  H.  Ballou, 

The  same. 

CHRIST  is  The  Lard  our  Righteousness 

And  our  Salvation  sure; 
He  is  our  spotless  Wedding  Dress, 

A  garment  clean  and  pure. 

This  royal  robe  did  God  provide 

For  Adam's  guilty  race; 
For  this  our  Savior,  groan'd  and  dy'd; 

O  what  surprising  grace! 

3 

Was  all  the  wealth  of  India  mjner, 

And  crowns  of  royal  state; 
The  shining  trash  I  would  resign, 

And  Christ  my  riches  make. 

4 

This  shining  garment,  O  how  bright! 

What  honors  are  its  due! 
It  sheds  around  a  heavenly  light, 

And  is  for  ever  new. 

5 

The  church  this  garment  shall  put  on, 

And  glory  in  her  king; 
And  shining  brighter  than  the  sun, 

His  praises  ever  sing. 

6 

And  will  my  Lord  his  mercy  show. 
And  clothe  me  with  his  grace; 

Then  on  from  strength  to  strength  I'll  go, 
'Till  I  behold  his  face. 


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60.    S.  M.  H.  BALtou. 

Christ,  the  head  of  every  man.   1  Cor.  ix.  3 

NOT  only  of  the  Jew, 
Is  Christ  the  living  head; 
But  surely  of  the  Gentile  too, 
Is  he  salvation  made. 

What  heav'nly  beauties  shine 
In  that  all  gracious  plan, 
Where  Christ  is  made,  by  the  Divine, 
The  head  of  ev'y  man! 

3 

How  strong  the  cords  which  bind 
The  body  to  the  Head; 
And  they  by  which  each  member 's  join'd, 
Of  which  the  body's  made! 

4 

The  life,  which  is  the  blood, 
In  active  current  flows; 
And  from  the  heart,  the  crimson  flood 
To  ev'ry  member  goes, 
5 

To  Jesus  we  are  bound, 
By  cords  of  love  and  truth; 
By  him  we're  sought,  and  by  him  found, 
The  dew  drops  of  his  youth. 

6 

In  such  an  union  join'd; 
No  loss  shall  be  sustain'd; 
The  weakest  member  here  shall  find 
Its  strength  in  Christ  contain'd. 
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61.    L.  M.  Kneeland. 

As  the  body  hath  many  members— so  also  is  Christ. 
1  Cor.  xii.  12. 

NOW  as  the  body  is  but  one, 
Yet  many  members  form  the  same; 
So  Christ,  the  Head  of  ev'ry  man, 
Hath  many  members  in  his  frame. 

The  members  all  in  union  meet, 
One  body  only  to  compose; 
And  life  descends  from  Head  to  feet, 
As  blood  through  ev'ry  member  flows. 
3 

Now  Jesus  is  our  living  Head, 
The  first-born  of  th'  eternal  plan; 
The  limbs,  of  which  his  body  's  made; 
Are  nothing  short  of  ev'ry  man. 

62.    C.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

I  came  down  from  heaven,  not  to  do  mine  own  will,  but  the 
will  of  Him  that  sent  me.    John  vi.  38. 

LO,  from  the  heaven  of  the  law 

And  prophets,  Jesus  came. 
More  pure  than  angels  ever  saw, 

And  of  a  nobler  name. 

2 

His  Father's  pleasure  to  perform, 

Was  his  divine  employ; 
To  bring  the  sinful  rebel  home,  fc 

And  ev'ry  sin  destroy. 

3 

Of  all  the  Father  to  him  gave. 
Not  one  shall  e'er  be  lost; 


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He  came  rebellious  man  to  save, 
Tho'  his  dear  blood  it  cost. 

4 

And  in  the  last,  the  glorious  day, 
He  will  his  millions  bring; 

The  grave  to  him  shall  yield  its  prey, 
And  death  no  more  shall  sting. 


63.    P.  ML  H.  Ballou. 

Several  scriptures  on  the  kingdom  of  Christ 

TO  Christ  the  Son,  the  Father  spake, 
Lo!  ask  of  me,  and  I  will  make 

The  heathen  to  thy  sceptre  bend; 
The  utmost  parts  of  all  the  earth 
Are  thine  inheritance  by  birth, 

And  wide  thine  empire  shall  extend. 

Now  Jesus  waves  his  sceptre  high, 
Unfurls  his  banners  in  the  sky, 

While  loud  the  gospel  trumpets  sound; 
His  enemies  with  sore  dismay, 
Retire  in  haste  and  yield  the  day, 

While  trophies  to  the  Lord  abound. 

Before  him  kings  and  tyrants  fall, 
Detest  their  crowns,  and  on  him  call, 

And  he  a  pardon  freely  gives; 
The  world,  in  sin,  was  dead  before, 
To  life,  the  world  *%e  will  restore, 

Andln  him  all  the  world  shall  live. 
4 

O  Lord,  thy  government  shall  be 
Extended  wide,  from  sea  to  sea, 
And  long  thy  sceptre  thou  shalt  hold; 


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As  long  as  sun  or  moon  shall  shine, 
Thou  King  of  all  the  earth  shall  reign. 
The  mysteries  of  thy  grace  unfold. 

64.  L.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

He  hath  done  all  things  well. 
COME,  let  us  join  in  sacred  songs, 
With  sweetest  music  on  our  tongues  ; 
Let  ev'ry  voice  conspire  to  tell, 
Our  Savior  hath  done  all  things  well. 

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Under  the  law  he  came  for  us, 
And  for  our  sins  was  made  a  curse ; 
He  bore  our  crimes,  which  on  him  fell, 
Our  Savior  hath  done  all  things  well. 

I  3 

The  legal  dispensation  clos'd, 
When  Jesus  from  the  dead  arose  ; 
All  righteousness  he  did  fulfil ; 
Our  Savior  hath  done  all  things  well. 

4 

He'll  finish  sin  and  man  restore, 
All  creatures  shall  their  God  adore ; 
The  anthem  long,  and  loud  shall  swell. 
And  say  he  hath  done  all  things  well. 

65.  C.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

The  same. 
IN  union  let  our  voices  join, 

And  may  our  song  excel, 
In  praise  of  Jesus,  all  divine, 
Who  hath  done  all  things  well. 

2 

All  our  infirmities  he  bore, 
As  sacred  scriptures  tell ; 


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He  preach'd  the  gospel  to  the  poor; 
He  hath  done  all  things  well. 

3 

Feet  to  the  lame,  eyes  to  the  blind? 

In  cures  he  did  excel; 
Whether  of  body  or  of  mind; 

He  hath  done  ail  things  well. 

4 

He'll  reconcile  all  things  to  God, 

They  shall  no  more  rebel ; 
Thus  thro'  his  all  atoning  blood, 

He  will  do  all  things  well. 

66.    C.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

The  reign  of  Christ.   Psalm  Ixxii. 

JESUS  his  empire  shall  extend  ; 

Beneath  his  gentle  sway, 
Kings  of  the  earth  shall  humbly  bend5 

And  his  commands  obey. 

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From  sea  to  sea,  from  share  to  shore, 

All  nations  shall  J)e  blest ; 
We  hear  the  noise  of  war  no  more, 

He  gives  his  people  rest. 

3 

As  rain  descends  in  gentle  show'rs, 

In  the  returning  spring  ; 
And  calls  to  life  each  fragrant  flow'r, 

Which  makes  the  turtle  sing  ; 

4 

So  Jesus  by  his  heav'nly  grace, 

Descends  on  man  below  ; 
His  blessings  on  the  human  race. 

In  gentle  currents  flow. 


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5 

Long  as  the  sun  shall  rule  the  day, 
Or  moon  shall  cheer  the  night ; 

The  Savior  shall  his  sceptre  sway, 
With  uncontrolled  might. 

6 

All  that  the  reign  of  sin  destroy'd 

The  Savior  shall  restore; 
And,  from  the  treasures  of  the  Lord; 

Shall  give  us  blessings  more. 


67.    P.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

Let  the  blessings  come  on  the  head  of  Joseph. 

HOW  rich  the  blessings  were, 
Which  Joseph  once  receiv'd ; 
When  with  paternal  care, 
His  brethren  he  reliev'd  ! 

Not  songs  of  spring, 

Nor  autumn's  joy, 

Without  alloy, 

Such  pleasures  bring. 

Divinest  blessings  press'd, 
And  fill'd  his  heav'nly  mind: 
When  he  himself  confest, 
To  be  their  brother  kind. 

O  who  can  tell 

The  sweet  delight, 

That  did  them  fill, 

And  them  unite  ? 

3 

Blessings  more  large  than  these 
Shall  on  our  Savior  fall ; 
When  he  his  ransom'd  sees, 
And  shall  embrace  them  all ; 


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And,  by  his  pow'r 
Of  love  and  grace, 
Shall  them  restore. 
To  see  his  face. 

4 

He  shall  be  satisfy'd 
For  all  his  toil  and  pain, 
When  he  for  sinners  dy'd 
That  they  might  life  obtain. 
He  shall  behold 
A  num'rous  seed; 
That  can't  be  told, 
From  bondage  freed. 


68.    L.  M.  H.  Ballou, 

Psalm  xxiv.  7,  &c. 

YE  prophets  and  apostles  too, 
As  gates  and  doors,  long  shall  ye  stand  ; 
To  guide  the  Gentile  and  the  Jew, 
And  bring  them  to  the  promised  land. 

But  now  lift  up  your  heads,  each  gate, 
Ye  everlasting  doors  give  way; 
The  King  of  Glory,  all  in  state, 
Shall  enter  in  and  bear  the  sway. 

3 

Who  can  this  King  of  Glory  be? 
Who  dare  these  sacred  vails  come  nigh? 
The  Lord,  the  God  of  victory: 
He  shall  ascend  to  glories  high. 

4 

Now  Jesus  reigns  in  glory  bright, 
His  foes  lie  conquer'd  at  his  feet ; 
He  is  our  everlasting  Light, 
And  all  perfections  in  him  meet. 


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69.  L.  M.  fit.  Ballou. 

All  kings  shall  fall  down  before  him. 

SHALL  all  the  wicked  kings,  dear  Lord; 
Like  that  of  ancient  Babylon  ; 
Submissive  be  unto  thy  word, 
And  humbly  bow  before  thy  Son  ? 

2 

Shall  Herod  then  for  mercy  cry, 
Who  slew  the  babes  of  Bethlehem? 
And  wilt  thou  raise  his  soul  on  high. 
To  dwell  in  thy  Jerusalem  ? 

3 

Shall  Pharaoh  bow  at  mercy's  throne  ? 
Wilt  thou  to  him  a  pardon  give, 
Who  murdered  many  Hebrew  sons  I 
Shall  he  with  these  sweet  martyrs  live? 

4 

It  is  thy  word  !  and  'tis  thy  pow'r, 
Which  shall  perform  thy  written  will ; 
To  make  the  haughty  kings  adore, 
And  all  thy  promises  fulfil. 

70.  L.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

He  shall  feed  his  flock  like  a  shepherd.   Isa.  xl.  10, 11. 

STRONG  is  thine  hand,  Almighty  King, 
Thy  potent  arm  shall  rule  for  thee ; 
Salvation,  'tis  thy  work  to  bring, 
And  thy  rewards  are  rich  and  free. 

Like  a  kind  shepherd  thou  wilt  feed 
Thy  flock,  in  pastures  green  and  fair ; 
To  crystal  fountains  wilt  them  lead, 
And  for  them  ev'ry  good  prepare. 


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3 

Thine  arm  shall  bear  the  tender  lambs, 
And  thy  soft  bosom  shall  them  warm  ; 
Gently  will  lead  the  teeming  dams. 
And  shelter  from  the  wind  and  storm. 

4 

Lord  how  secure  thy  folds  may  rest, 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wing; 
In  safety  lean  upon  thy  breast, 
While  all  thy  saints  thy  praises  sing. 

71.    CM.  H.  Ballou. 

A  King  shall  reign  in  righteousness.   Isa.  xxxii. 

JESUS,  our  King,  his  sceptre  sways. 

In  righteousness  divine; 
Princes,  in  judgment,  'tend  his  ways, 

And  glories  in  him  shine. 

This  man  shall  be  our  hiding  place, 

A  covert  from  the  storm; 
And  by  the  riches  of  his  grace 

Secure  from  ev'ry  harm. 

3 

As  in  a  dry  and  barren  place, 

Rivers  of  water  flow; 
Jesus j  the  riches  of  his  grace, 

Makes  fainting  mortals  know, 
4 

As  a  tall  shadow  of  a  rock, 

Within  a  weary  land, 
Is  Jesus  to  his  fainting  flock; 

He  guards  them  with  his  hand, 

5 

Clearness  of  light  he  will  bestow. 
Our  dimness  take  away; 


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And  make  us  all  his  goodness  know, 
In  an  eternal  day. 

6 

There  we  shall  hear  the  joyful  sound 

Salvation  in  the  Lord; 
And  on  the  fair  celestial  ground, 

Our  thankful  songs  record. 


72.    P.  M.  Kneeland. 

Christ  triumphing  over  all  his  enemies.    Philip,  ii  10. 

HAIL!  King  Immanuel9  at  whose  sway, 
The  lower  worlds  must  all  obey, 

With  adoration  bow  the  knee; 
For  thee  was  all  creation  made, 
Thy  boundless  love  will  all  pervade, 

From  sin  and  sorrow  all  set  free. 

2 

Thy  cruel  foes  shall  all  confess, 
Submit  and  own  thy  righteousness, 

And  cheerfully  receive  thy  grace; 
Both  things  in  heav'n  and  things  on  earth. 
And  all  that  nature's  given  birth, 

Shall  then  combine  to  sound  thy  praise. 
3 

The  middle  wall's  partition  bound, 
By  Christ  shall  all  be  broken  down, 

Between  the  Gentile  and  the  Jew; 
The  enmity  shall  then  be  slain, 
Gentiles  and  Jews  made  one  again, 

When  Christ  shall  all  things  make  anew. 
4 

As  flesh  and  blood  we  all  partake, 
And  all  were  made  for  Jesus'*  sake. 
So  he,  also,  took  of  the  same: 

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That  through  his  death  he  might  destroy 
The  sting  of  death  and  him  annoy, 
By  whom  all  sin  and  sorrow  came. 
5 

This  is  the  promis'd  Abra>m,s  seed. 
In  him  we  are  all  blest,  indeed, 

With  life,  immortal,  undefil'd: 
He  shall  deliver  all  mankind, 
Who,  thro'  a  slavish  fear  of  mind, 

Are  kept  in  bondage  all  their  lives. 


73.    P.  M.  Kneelanp, 
To  Immanuel. 

DID  Christy  Immanuel,  die 
For  poor  rebellious  men, 
To  raise  their  souls  on  high 
To  dwell  with  God  again? 

O,  matchless  grace! 

All  sin  forgiv'n! 

Rejoice,  ye  heav'ns, 

And  sing  his  praise! 

All  language  wants  a  name 
For  such  unfathom'd  love; 
This  pure  immortal  flame 
Sprang  only  from  above: 

This  is  the  Word 

Sent  from  above, 

To  all  that  love 

And  own  the  Lord, 
3 

No  eloquence  can  paint 
Or  set  its  beauty  forth; 
All  language  is  too  faint 
To  speak  of  half  its  worth. 


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0,  heav'nly  Dove! 
Come,  tune  my  heart, 
To  take  a  part, 
And  sing  thy  love. 
4 

O'erwhelm'd  with  love  and  joy, 
I  ne'er  shall  hide  my  face, 
Since  Christ  doth  death  destroy, 
For  all  the  human  race: 

He  conquers  death, 

Taking  the  sting, 

He  triumphs  king 

Of  ail  the  earth. 

O  bless'd  and  joyful  hour, 
When  Christ  our  Lord  shall  come. 
To  manifest  his  pow?r, 
And  bring  his  subjects  home! 

For  ever  blest 

We  all  shall  be; 

Eternity 

Must  tell  the  rest. 


94.    C.  M.  Kneelanb. 

The  Lamb  of  God,  whieh  taketh  away  the  sin  of  the 
John  i.  29. 

HAIL!  all  victorious  Lamb  of  God, 

Which  takes  away  the  sin 
Of  all  the  world,  and  b  y  his  bl  ood 

Doth  wash  our  conscience  clean. 

2 

The  Lamb  of  God,  whose  life  we  prize, 

Condemn'd  sin  in  the  flesh; 
His  body  gave  a  sacrifice, 

His  all-atoning  self. 


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3 

He  took  the  vail  from  Moses9  law, 
And  rent  the  same  in  twain; 

All  men  unto  himself  he'll  draw. 
No  more  to  part  again. 

4 

He  now  sends  down  his  cheering  love, 

To  bear  our  spirits  up; 
We  hear  good  news,  sent  from  above, 

To  animate  our  hope. 

5 

He  calls  us  all  begotten  sons, 
His  friends,  and  brethren  too; 

He  speaks  of  glories  yet  to  come, 
And  pleasures  ever  new. 

6 

Then  let  us  all  exalt  his  name, 

And  sound  aloud  the  lay; 
Salvation  to  the  world  proclaim, 

And  hail  the  happy  day. 

75.    L.  M.  Kneeland. 

The  True  Light,  &c.    John  i.  9. 

BEHOLD!  the  sun,  whose  cheering  light 
Dispels  the  darkness  of  the  night; 
Beams  from  the  east  his  gentle  rays, 
And  in  the  west  his  light  displays! 

So,  like  the  sun,  did  Christ  appear, 
Or  like  the  bright  and  morning  star; 
Enlight'ning  all  the  world  below, 
That  cv'ry  man  the  truth  may  know. 

3 

The  glorious  Sun  of  Righteousness 
Came  down  the  nations  all  to  bless, 
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To  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole, 
And  bring  again  the  ransom'd  soul. 

4 

The  lame,  the  halt,  the  deaf,  and  blind, 
In  Jesus  shall  salvation  find; 
And  in  his  name  shall  all  confess, 
The  Lord  is  God  our  Righteousness. 


76.    L.  M.  Kneeland. 

The  Messiah. 

FROM  Jesse's  root  a  Branch  did  rise, 
Whose  fragrance  fills  the  lofty  skies; 
Which  spreads  its  leaves  from  pole  to  pole5 
A  healing  balm  for  ev'ry  soul. 

The  sick,  the  weak,  the  halt,  and  blind, 

In  him  do  aid  and  comfort  find, 

A  remedy  for  ev'ry  wound, 

Or  moral  pain  that  can  be  found. 

3 

This  is  the  Savior*  long  foretold. 
Hear  him,  ye  deaf!  Ye  blind,  behold! 
He's  come  to  make  his  grace  abound, 
As  far  as  sin,  or  death  is  found. 

4 

No  sigh,  nor  groan,  the  world  shall  hear, 
He  wipes  away  the  falling  tear; 
He  breaketh  darkness9  pow'rfui  chain, 
And  peace  eternally  shall  reign. 

5 

No  more  on  earth  shall  discord  rise, 
Nor  warriors  meet  with  hateful  eyes! 
Their  pointed  weapons  shall  no  more 
Be  wreaking  with  the  crimson  gore! 


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6 

Long  as  the  sun  shall  gild  the  tnom5 
Or  moon  shall  fill  her  silver  horn, 
Or  life,  or  being,  shall  remain, 
So  long  Messiah's  love  shali  reign. 


77.    P.  M.  S.  Streeteh, 

God  has  spoken  by*  his  Son.  Heb.  i.  3, 

PROSTRATE  yourselves,  O  men. 
Before  th'  Immortal  One! 
He  doth  his  love  proclaim. 
Thro'  his  beloved  Son. 

Heir  of  all  things 

Is  Christ  the  word; 

He's  King  of  kings 

And  Lord  of  lords. 

Image  express  of  God, 
Omniscient  and  supreme; 
His  glory's  radiance 
Is  this  Redeeming  Lamb. 

He's  full  of  truth, 

And  full  of  grace, 

And  ceaseless  love 

To  Adam's  race. 
3 

Who  by  the  word  of  pow'r 
Upholding  ev'ry  thing, 
When  by  his  mercy  pure 
Atonement  made  for  sin, 

Ascended  high 

To  realms  of  light, 

In  majesty 

And  splendor  bright, 


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4  * 
There  holy  myriads  stand 
Before  him  bend  around; 
And,  with  enraptur'd  strains, 
His  highest  praises  sound. 

He  gives  them  streams 

Of  sweet  delight; 

And  ever  beams 

Immortal  light. 


78.    L.  M.  S.  Streeter. 

The  brightness  of  God's  glory, 

WHAT  dazzling  light  is  that  which  shines. 
Beaming  refulgent  from  the  east. 
Celestial  splendor  thro'  all  climes, 
And  makes  each  child  of  sorrow  blest? 

It  is  the  Sun  of  Righteousness, 
The  brightness  of  the  great  I  AMI 
In  him  Jehovah  manifests 
His  mercy,  love,  and  grace  to  man. 

o 

He  made,  from  darkness,  light  to  shine; 
So  in  each  heart  of  Adam's  race, 
He  beams  the  light  of  life  divine, 
And  comforts  all  in  deep  distress. 

4 

Immortal  Radiance  of  Life  ! 
In  brighter  flames  of  brilliance  move, 
'Till  all  are  turn'd  from  sin  and  strife 
To  sing  the  deathless  gong  of  love. 


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79.  C.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

Psalm  xq. 

HARK!  hear  the  great  Jehovah's  word, 

To  Christ  in  vision  spake! 
Be  thou  my  Priest;  and  hold  my  sword, 

Thy  foes  submissive  make. 

Thou  shalt  command  a  willing  throng, 
More  num'rous  than  the  dew, 

From  the  prolific  womb  of  morn; 
Such  wonders  shalt  thou  do. 

3 

T p  thee,  the  nations  shall  submit,, 
And  own  thy  sovereign  sway; 

The  world  shall  worship  at  thy  feet, 
And  thy  commands  obey. 

4 

Rivers  of  life  are  in  his  way, 

He  is  our  risen  Bead; 
Eternal  life  he  shall  display, 

When  sin  and  death  are  dead, 

80.  L.  M.  H.  Ballov. 

The  same. 

THE  Word  omnific  spake  in  love, 
(Nor  can  the  word  abortive  prove) 
At  my  right  hand  shall  Jesus  sit,  * 
'Till  all  his  num'rous  foes  submit. 

My  sceptre,  well,  shall  grace  his  hand, 
He,  ev'ry  nation,  shall  command; 
My  mitre  on  his  head  shall  rest, 
Until  the  world  in  him  is  blest. 


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3 

He  shall  command  a  willing  throng, 
More  num'rous  than  drops  of  morn; 
They  shall  in  holiness  excel, 
His  honors  in  their  anthems  swell. 

4 

Rivers  of  life  shall  him  supply, 
He  is  our  Head  exalted  high; 
In  him  the  weary  nations  rest; 
In  him  a  ransom'd  world  is  blest. 


81.    L.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

Titles  of  Christ. 

I  SING  the  titles  of  my  Lord, 
Recorded  in  his  sacred  word* 

The  bruiser  of  the  serpent's  head! 
A  Prophet,  King,  and  Priest  is  made, 
2 

He  is  the  Nail!  his  place  is  sure; 
A  Corner  Stone!  and  shall  endure; 
A  Father!  Brother!  and  a  Friend! 
A  Rock!  he  will  his  church  defend. 

3 

A  Mediator  !  Prince  of  Life! 
Our  Peace;  to  end  all  sinful  strife; 
He'sJudah's  Lion!  Mercy's  Lamb! 
The  Son  of  God!  and  Son  of  man! 

4 

Our  Second  Adam!  and  our  Head! 
A  Bridegroom  to  our  nature  made! 
This  is  our  Captain,  in  the  field, 
Exalted  high,  all  pow'r  to  wield! 


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82.  C.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

The  Blessings  of  the  Sun. 

THE  flowing  rays  from  yonder  Sun, 
With  pow'rs  of  heat  and  light, 

To  earth's  remotest  bounds  shall  run, 
And  far  dispel  the  night. 

2 

All  nature  feels  his  quick'ning  rays, 

And  rising  life  appears; 
Still  pouring  forth  exhaustless  blaze. 

Still  rolling  round  the  years. 

3 

jThus  universal  good  display'd, 

Proclaims  a  pow'r  divine, 
Which  hath  the  world  and  all  things  made, 

Which  makes  the  sun  to  shine. 

4 

Shall  less  the  Sun  of  Righteousness 
i    His  light  and  heat  display? 
iShall  less  the  Lord  the  nations  bless, 
With  life  and  endless  day? 



83.  L.  M.  H.  Ballotj. 
The  coming  of  Christ;  Or,  the  true  Light. 

SEHOLD  the  long  expected  Light! 
Tis  Jacob's  star,  and  Jesse's  Root! 
The  sun  itself  is  not  so  bright; 
^or  bears  a  tree  such  heav'nly  fruit. 

2 

vVith  spreading  glories,  lo  !  he  comes, 
ilnd  gloomy  darkness  flies  apace; 
le's  brighter  than  ten  thousand  suns, 
'Vith  beams  of  meicy  in  his  face. 


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3 

Sin,  now  condetim'd,  shall  cease  to  be. 
The  righteous  Judge  shall  bear  the  sway; 
Shall  sinners  set  from  bondage  free, 
And  take  iniquity  away. 

4 

Roll  on,  thou  glorious  Star  of  light, 
Display  thy  matchless  grace  abroad; 
And  chase  the  darkness  of  our  night, 
And  bring  the  nations  home  to  God. 

84.    L.  M.  Kneeland. 

Unto  me  everv  knee  shall  bow,  &c,    Isa.  xi\-.  23, 25.  Rom. 
xiv.  11.    Philip,  ii,  TO,  11. 

TH'  unchangeable  Jehovah  saith, 
I,  by  myself,  have  truly  sworn; 
The  word's  gone  forth  in  righteousness, 
Nor  shall  the  sacred  word  return. 

That  ev'ry  knee,  above,  below, 
Shall  humbly  bow  before  my  throne: 
And  ev'ry  soul  my  truth  shall  know — - 
In  me  they've  life  and  strength  alone. 

3 

That  ev'ry  tongue  shall  loudly  sing 
To  Jesus  Christ  the  living  Lord; 
And  make  the  highest  arches  ring, 
In  praises  of  the  faithful  Word. 

4 

Thus  shall  my  name  be  glorify' d, 

By  all  in  earth  and  heav'n  above; 

In  me  shall  ev'ry  soul  confide, 

And  taste  the  streams  of  heav'nly  love, 


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85.    P.  M.  Turner. 
The  kingdom  of  Christ  and  its  attendant  glories. 

COME  sing  a  Savior's  power. 

And  praise  his  mighty  name; 

His  wond'rous  love  adore, 

And  chant  his  growing  fame. 
Wide  o'er  the  world,  a  King  shall  reign; 
And  righteousness  and  peace  maintain, 
2 

The  sceptre  of  his  grace, 

He  shall  for  ever  wield; 

His  foes,  before  his  face, 

To  strength  divine,  shall  yield. 
The  conquest  of  his  truth  shall  show 
What  an  almighty  arm  can  do. 

3 

His  alienated  sons, 

By  sin  beguil'd,  betray'd; 

Shall  then  be  born  at  once, 

And  willing  subjects  made. 
Such  numbers  shall  his  courts  adorn, 
As  dew  drops  of  the  vernal  morn. 

4 

His  realm  shall  ever  stand, 

By  lib'ral  things  upheld; 

And  from  his  bount'ous  hand, 

All  hearts  with  joy  be  fill'd. 
An  universe  with  praise  shall  own 
The  countless  honors  of  his  throne. 


86.    C.  M.  H.  Ballou* 

Christ,  the  covenant  of  grace, 

THE  glorious  covenant  of  grace 
Is  Christ,  th'  Elect  of  God; 


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A  light  before  his  people's  face, 
A  way  that's  mark'd  with  blood. 

2 

The  pris'ners,  bound,  shall  freedom  find. 

By  his  almighty  pow'r, 
Those,  who  to  gospel  truth  are  blind^ 

Shall  see,  and  him  adore. 

3 

Nor  shall  the  Lord  discourag'd  be, 

Nor  fail  in  mercy's  way; 
From  sin  and  death,  our  race  to  free, 

And  bring  his  glorious  day. 

4 

Then  shout  aloud  with  songs  of  praise. 

Let  love  each  heart  inspire; 
His  honors  in  our  anthems  raise, 

And  sound  his  glory  high'r. 


87.    L.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

God  is  a  consuming  fire. 

WHAT  can  oppose  the  Lord  my  God? 
What  mighty  billows,  or  what  flood? 
Before  his  face  they  must  retire, 

For  u  God  is  a  consuming  fire  J" 
2 

Who'll  bri'rs  and  thorns  before  him  place? 
These  furies  he'll  destroy  by  grace: 
If  malice  rage,  his  flame  is  high'r, 

For  God  is  a  consuming  fire. 

3 

If  floods  of  man's  impurity, 
(Tho'  like  the  swelling  of  the  sea) 


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Oppose,  yet  love  will  ne'er  retire. 
For  God  is  a  consuming  fire. 

4  , 
Should  sin,  with  all  its  hateful  rage,'* 
In  this  unequal  war  engage; 
My  soul  Lovers  triumphs  should  admire. 
For  God  is  a  consuming  fire. 


88.    L.  3VL  H.  Ballou. 

The  loving  kindness  of  God. 

I  WOULD  exalt  the  Lord  my  King, 
His  boundless  honor  is  my  song; 
O  could  I  learn  my  lips  to  sing, 
His  loving  kindness,  O,  how  strong! 

He  hath  forgiven  all  the  crimes 
Of  Adam's  vast  andnum'rous  throng; 
The  pardon's  wrote  in  blood  stain'd  lines; 
His  loving  kindness,  O,  how  strong! 

3 

Our  hatred  he'll  destroy  with  love, 
Will  draw  our  hearts,  by  grace,  alongj 
And  bring  us  to  his  courts  above: 
His  loving  kindness,  O,  how  strong! 

4 

When  all  things  are  to  God  resign'd, 
Praises  jhall  dwell  on  ev'ry  tongue; 
And  gratitude -fill  ev'ry  mind — 
His  loving  kindness,  O,  how  strong? 


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89,    C.  M.  jH.  Ballou. 

Gospel  provisions.    Tsa.  xxv.  6,  7,  8. 

THE  Lord  in  Zion  will  provide 

An  universal  feast; 
The  ample  board,  extending  wide, 

Shall  make  all  people  blest. 

2 

Marrow  and  fatness  crown  the  board 

With  well  refined  wines, 
While  fresh  supplies  flow  from  the  Lord; 

And  ever  living  vines. 

3 

The  vail  that 's  o*er  the  nations  cast 

Shall  be  remov'd  away; 
The  gospel  light  shall  shine  at  last, 

An  everlasting  day. 

4 

Death  shall  be  lost  in  victory. 

And  life  triumphant  rise; 
Thus  ends  the  gospel  mystery 

That  makes  the  nations  wise. 


90.    L.  M.  H.  BalloUo 

The  same. 

THE  Lord  in  Zion  will  prepare 
An  everlastingvboundless  feast; 
And  ev'ry  soul  is  welcome  there.. 
And  made  a  happy,  joyful  guest. 

Marrow  and  fatness  here  abound, 
Wines  well  refin'd  upon  their  lees; 
Here  everlasting  fruits  are  found, 
On  living  vines,  and  heav'nly  trees. 


3 

Here  God  will  rend  the  vail  of  night, 
That  cloud,  that  broods  on  earth  and  time; 
And  pour  his  everlasting  light 
On  ev'ry  soul.,  thro'  ev'ry  clime. 

4 

Death,  an  eternal  death,  shall  die, 
Eternal  life  triumphant  prove; 
Tears,  it  shall  wipe  from  ev'ry  eye, 
And  from  the  earth  rebuke  remove. 


91.    C.  M.  Kneeland. 

The  same. 

WHAT  joyful  tidings  do  I  hear? 

It  is  the  voice  of  love; 
Rivers  of  gospel  grace  appear^ 

Descending  from  above. 

Lo,  on  the  mountains  of  the  law, 

The  heav'nly  dew  distils! 
Which  prophets,  at  a  distance,  saw 

Run  from  thoss  sacred  hills. 

3 

And  in  this  mount  the  Lord  shall  make 

An  universal  feast; 
Each  living  soul  with  joy  partake, 

And  be  a  welcome  guest. 

4 

The  table  shall  be  widely  spread^ 

With  well  refined  wine; 
Our  souls  shall  all  be  richly  fed^ 

And  all  in  concert  join, 

*  7  ■ 


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The  vail  of  darkness  now  o'er  cast? 

Upon  the  creature's  mind; 
The  Lord  will  take  away  at  last, 

And  all  the  truth  shall  find. 

6 

cc  His  own  soft  hand  shall  wipe  the  tears 

Fromev'ry  weeping  eye; 
And  pains  and  groans,  and  griefs  and  fears? 

And  death  itself  shall  die." 


92.    L.  M.  IL  Ballou. 

Invitation, 

COME,  fellow  sinners,  come  away, 
Behold  the  fast  declining  sun! 
No  longer  in  the  market  stay, 
'Tis  time  our  labors  were  begun, 

O  be  not  faithless  in  the  Lord— 
Whatever  is  right  we  shall  receive; 
If  we  but  hearken  to  his  word, 
He  will  immortal  treasures  give. 

& 

Lord,  in  thy  vineyard  we  appear, 
To  labor  in  the  works  of  Jove; 
O  may  we  be  thy  mercy's  care, 
Nor  from  thy  precepts  ever  rove. 

4 

And  when  thy  lab'rers  all  come  home. 
May  no  one  vain  or  envious  be: 
Nor  fault  what  boundless  grace  has  done, 
In  setting  man,  from  bondage,  free. 


93.    Si  M.  Kneelanr. 

Christ  the  living  vine.    John  xv.  t,  2. 

JESUS,  The  Living  Vine, 
Sprung  from  th'  eternal  root, 
Is  pouring  forth  the  living  wine, 
From  his  celestial  fruit. 

God  is  the  husbandman, 
Who  does  this  vineyard  own; 
The  Vine  is  reared  by  his  hand, 
And  in  him  lives  alone. 

3 

The  branches  are  mankind, 
As  nature  gave  them  birth; 
The  good  and  bad  together  join'd 
Producing  pain  and  mirth. 

4 

The  earthly  branch  of  man. 
Whose  fruit  will  soon  decay, 
Must  yield  unto  the  pruning  hand, 
Which  takes  the  branch  away. 

5 

But  ev'ry  branch  of  love, 
Which  heav'nly  fruit  doth  bear, 
That  it  may  still  more  fruitful  prove, 
He  nourishes  with  care. 


94.    P.  M.  Kneelanp, 

Invitation  of  Christ.    Matth.  xi.  £8—30 

JESUS  calls,  I  will  adore  him, 
Cheerfully  his  name  record- 
Sinners,  come,  and  fall  before  him; 
Trust  in  his  eternal  word. 


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He  is  Christ  the  blessed  Savior, 
Sent  from  God  to  guilty  men; 
To  bestow  on  them  this  favor. 
All  to  live  with  God  again. 

2 

Hither  all  ye  weary  travelers, 

Heavy  laden  sinners  come; 

He'll  release  you  from  your  labors, 

Kindly  take  your  spirits  home; 

He  will  give  you  life  eternal. 

He  will  give  you  peace  and  joy;  » 

Nothing  ever  shall  disturb  you, 

While  you  are  in  his  employ. 

3 

Hark!  he  saith  to  guilty  sinners. 
Take  my  yoke  and  learn  of  me; 
I'll  assist  the  young  beginners, 
Make  their  souls  from  bondage  free: 
Take  my  yoke,  thou  wand' ring  stranger, 
Bear  the  same  with  sweet  delight; 
I'll  deliver  you  from  danger, 
Grace  shall  make  the  burden  light. 

4 

Jesus,  help  us  now  in  coming, 
Joyfully  t'obey  thy  will; 
From  our  sins,  we  would  be  running, 
'Till  we  reach  to  Zion's  hill: 
Take  our  souls,  dear  blessed  Savior, 
Mould  them  to  a  heav'nly  frame; 
We  shall  never  lose  our  labor, 
When  we  work  in  Jesus'  name. 


95.    S.  M.  Kneeland. 

Invitation  of  the  gospel.   Isa.  Iv.  J  ,  2,  &e . 

LET  ev'ry  ear  attend, 
And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice; 


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The  gospel  trumpet  loudly  sounds, 
With  au  inviting  voice. 

2 

Ho!   ye  that  starve  for  food, 
By  feeding  on  the  wind, 
And  vainly  strive  with  earthly  good 
To  fill  an  empty  mind; 

3 

Eternal  love  has  made 
A  soul  reviving  feast; 
And  bids  the  world,  of  ev'ry  grade, 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4 

Ye  that  for  water  pant, 
And  pine  away  and  die; 
Here  you  may  satisfy  your  wants 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

5 

Here  wine  and  milk  are  free 
To  ev'ry  thirsty  soul ; 
No  money  will  demanded  be, 
But  Jesus  gives  the  whole. 

6 

Why  do  you  spend  your  time, 
And  money  all  for  nought  ? 
Come,  and  partake  of  milk  and  wine, 
Which  Christ,  Immanuel9  bought. 

96.    P.  M.  Kneeland. 
The  Jubilee.   Lev.  xxv.  10,  39—41.  Isa.  lii.  3. 

HARK!  hear  the  heav'nly  sound! 
The  gospel  trumpets  blow: 
Let  earth's  remotest  bound 
The  joyful  tidings  know. 

The  jubilee 

Is  surely  come; 


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Return  ye,  home, 
Ye  prisoners,  free. 

Praise  ye  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Adore  his  glorious  name; 
Salvation^  by  his  blood, 
Thro'  all  the  world  proclaim: 

The  jubilee 

Is  surely  come; 

Return  ye,  home. 

Ye  pris'ners,  free. 

3 

Ye,  who  have  sold,  by  sin, 
The  joys  of  heav'n  abovey 
Shall  have  them  back  again, 
But  all  by  Jesus'  love? 

The  jubilee 

Is  surely  come; 

Return  ye,  home? 

Ye  pris'ners,  free. 

4 

Ye  sinners,  one  and  all. 
Come,  and  this  grace  receive; 
For  Jesus  now  doth  call, 
His  pardon  freely  gives: 

The  jubilee 

Is  surely  come; 

Return  ye,  home, 

Ye  pris'ners,  free. 

5 

Jesus,  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Doth  full  atonement  make; 
Be  wash'd  in  his  own  bloody 
And  of  his  grace  partake: 


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The  jubilee 
Is  surely  come; 
Ref  urn  ye,  home, 
Yc  pris'ners,  free, 

97.    C.  M.  Kneelanj>. 
Fountain  opened. 

BEHOLD  the  fountain,  crimson  flood! 

To  wash  away  our  stains; 
This  fountain  is  the  Savior's  blood. 

Drawn  from  his  precious  veins! 

2 

This  fountain  is  a  sea  of  love, 
With  neither  shore  nor  bound; 

And  while  therein  our  spirits  move? 
Our  sins  can  ne'er  be  found. 

Thy  precious  blood,  dear  dying  Lamb, 

Shall  never  lose  its  pow'r; 
'Till  sinners  all  be  freed  from  pain, 

And  sav'd,  to  sin  no  more. 

4 

E'er  since  I  bathed  in  the  stream, 
Thy  flowing  wounds  supply; 

Unbounded  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 


98.  P.  M.  Kneeland. 

Parody  on  Watts.   Psalm  50. 

THE  God  of  glory  sends  his  mandate  forth, 
Calls  the  south  nations  and  awakes  the  north; 


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From  east  to  west,  the  sov'reign  orders  fly, 
Thro'  distant  lands  and  realms  below  the  sky. 

The  gospel  sounds ;  propitious  heaven  rejoices  ; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  saints,  with  cheerful 
voices. 

No  more  shall  sinners  mock  the  day  of  grace, 
His  brightest  works  shall  shine  in  Jesus'  face; 
From  heav'n  he  comes;  behold!  his  love  is 
nigh  ; 

Celestial  fire  attends  him  down  the  sky: 
When  God  appears,  all  nature  shall  adore 
him, 

To  own  his  grace,  fall  worshipping  before  him, 
3 

Behold  my  cov'nant  stands,  for  ever  good; 
I  give  you  life;  the  promise's  seal'd  with  blood: 
It  is  to  all,  the  Gentile  and  the  Jew; 
For  Jesus  shed  his  precious  blood  for  you, 

There's  no  distinction  here,  join  all  your  voi- 
ces, 

And  raise  your  cheerful  heads,  for  heav'n  re- 
joices. 

4 

Nor  bond  nor  free,  your  lives  are  bou^.it  with 
blood, 

ThediiPrent  sexes,  all  alike  in  God; 
And  being  GhrisVs,  you   are  all  Abraham's 
seed; 

In  him  your  souls  are  richly  blest  indeed, 


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All  chosen  were,  in  Christ,  before  creation. 
And  now  he  comes  to  give  you  full  Salvation, 

99.    C.  M.  S.  Streeter. 

The  blessings  of  the  gospel.   Matth.   xi.  5. 

WHAT  glorious  tidings  do  I  hear, 

From  my  Redeemer's  tongue  I 
I  can  no  longer  silence  bear ; 

I'll  burst  into  a  song  ! 

The  blind  receive  their  sight  again, 

The  lame  can  walk  abroad  ; 
The  foulest  leper  ?s  washed  clean, 

The  deaf  can  hear  the  word. 

3 

The  dead  are  rais'd  to  life  anew, 

By  renovating  grace; 
The  glorious  gospel 's  preach' d  to  you , 

The  poor  of  Adam's  race. 

4 

O,  wond'rous  type  of  things  divine, 

When  Christ  displays  his  love, 
To  raise  from  wo  the  sinking  mind, 

To  reign  in  realms  above! 

5 

Employ,  my  soul,  thy  noblest  powers, 

In  praising  Christ  the  Lamb, 
There  ne'er  was  grace  like  this  before— 

Hosannah  to  his  name! 


8 


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100.    L.  M.        S.  Streeter. 

The  rejoicing  of  the  wilderness.    Isa.  xxxv.  1 

LO!  how  the  holy  prophets  feel, 
While  Shiloh's  blessings  they  survey: 
With  wond'ring  rapture  they  beheld 
The  glories  of  the  gospel  day! 

The  glowing  theme  inflam'd  their  hearts. 
When  first  the  morning  star  did  rise; 
But  lo,  the  noon-tide  beams  so  bright, 
Their  souls  are  wrapt  in  sweet  surprise! 
3 

The  wilderness  of  sinful  men, 
Whose  boughs  were  dry,  whose  trunks 
dead, 

Which  has  in  shades  of  sorrow  mourn'd, 
Is  now  in  vernal  glory  clad. 

4 

Lo,  how  the  op'ning  buds  expand! 
Their  hidden  beauties  to  disclose; 
E'en  all  the  with'red  shrubs  are  glad; 
They  bud  and  blossom  like  the  rose! 

5 

Perfumes  more  fragrant  than  the  spring, 
With  ev'ry  passing  zephyr  rise; 
And  blooming  boughs  their  odors  send, 
From  grateful  clusters,  to  the  skies. 

6 

Symphonious  songs  re-echo  round, 
In  notes  more  sweet  than  philomel; 
And  tongues  from  mournful  silence  loos'd 
The  turtle's  voice  doth  now  eicel. 


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101.  C  M.         S.  Ballots 

The  opening  of  the  prophecies. 

LONG  did  our  God  his  plan  conceal 

From  all  except  a  few; 
To  whom  he  did  his  will  reveal, 

And  his  salvation  shew, 

cl 

They  spoke  of  things  that  were  to  be9 

Which  did  and  do  appear; 
The  world  was  blind,  and  could  not  see? 

Was  deaf,  and  could  not  hear. 

3 

Those  holy  men  did  long  foretell 

The  bright,  the  gospel  day; 
When  light  and  truth  with  us  should  d 

And  take  our  sins  away. 

102.  P.  M.  S.  Ba-llou. 

The  coming  of  Christ. 

GOD  caus'd  his  light  to  shine 

In  certain  men  of  old, 

Who,  in  the  light  divine, 

Of  our  salvatiQn  told. 
Tjie  rest  were  deaf,  were  blind,  and  dead 
To  all  the  holy  prophets  said. 

,  3 

But  when  the  years  had  run, 

Of  which  the  prophets  spoke; 

God  sent  his  holy  Son 

To  give  a  deadly  stroke 
To  all  that  may  be  term'd  the  foes 
Of  truth  and  life  and  sweet  repose. 


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3 

Just  as  it  had  been  said, 

The  hungry,  lame,  and  deaf, 

The  blind,  the  sick,  and  dead, 

All  found  in  him  relief. 
He  is  the  light,  in  which  we  sec 
Our  happy  immortality. 

103.    P.  M.  S.  Ballotj. 

Prophecy. 

GOD  reveal'd  his  great  salvation 
To  his  prophets;  first,  we  find; 
They  declar'd  it  to  their  nation, 
But  the  people's  hearts  were  blind: 
Spoke  of  Shiloh  the  Messiah^ 
How  the  Jews  should  Mm  condemn; 
By  their  hands  he  should  expire. 
For  declaring  truth  to  them. 

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To  the  Gentiles  should  be  givenr 
Consolation  from  on  high: 
Faith  and  hope,  the  gifts  of  heaven, 
While  the  Jews  in  darkness  lie — 
Tho?  the  Jews  seem  quite  forsaken, 
Destitute  of  faith  and  love; 
In  due  time,  they  shall  be  taken, 
To  the  marriage  feast  above. 

104.    S.  M.  Turner. 

The  sound  of  the  Gospel  trumpet  to  a  perishing  sinful 
world ;  Collected  from  sundry  texts. 

HEAR  what  a  Savior's  voice. 
To  sinners,  does  proclaim, 
c<  O  all  ye  ransom' d  souls,  rejoice, 
In  your  Redeemer's  name!" 


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2 

Where  sin  and  death  have  reign'd, 
And  all  their  power  employ 'd; 
There  is  his  truth  and  light  maintain'd^ 
And  heav'nly  truth  cnjoy'd. 

3 

The  needy  starving  poor 
Are  fill'd  with  living  bread; 
The  op'ning  of  the  prison  door 
Proclaims  the  captive  freed. 

4 

The  thirsty,  panting  soul, 
That  longs  for  springs  of  grace, 
Behold  celestial  waters  roll, 
And  floods  of  righteousness, 

5 

My  God,  my  Savior  too, 
I  would  thy  love  proclaim; 
Partake  of  what  is  brought  to  yiew5 
And  sing  thy  glorious  name. 


105.    L.  M.  Turner. 
The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd.   Psalm  xxviii. 

THE  Lord  our  shepherd  feeds  his  flock, 
And  shades  them  with  the  tow' ring  rock; 
Our  God  provides  each  heav'nly  good3 
And  fills  our  souls  with  lasting  food. 

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Where  pastures  grow  in  living  green  3 
And  spread  a  rich  and  flowing  scene; 
There  do  we  rest,  when  toll  o'ercomes^ 
Inhaling  ajl  the  sweet  perfumes* 
3 

Where  waters  of  salvation  flow, 
To  cheer  the  humble  vale  below 
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There  doth  our  Shepherd  kindly  guide, 
And  for  our  parching  thirst  provide. 

4 

When  from  this  fold  we  ever  stray, 
He  marks  our  wand'ring  devious  way; 
Reclaims  our  souls  to  blissful  rest, 
And  brings  us  leaning  on  his  breast. 

5 

The  tender  lambs,  too  prone  to  trace 
The  path  of  sin's  dark  wilderness; 
He  gathers  safely  with  his  arm, 
And,  in  his  bosom,  shields  from  harm. 

6 

Shepherd  and  Bishop  of  my  soul, 
O  make  thy  wounded  servant  whole! 
Continue  all  thy  gifts  of  love, 
Till  I  shall  reach  thy  fold  above. 

106.    C.  M,  Kneelaneu 

Trusting  in  a  Savior. 

NOW  I'll  repine  at  death  no  more, 

Since  Jesus  for  me  di'd; 
He  will  my  wand' ring  feet  restore; 

He  is  my  only  guide. 

2 

He  found  me  lost  and  gone  astray  ? 

Astray  from  his  dear  flock; 
He  took  my  feet  from  miry  clay? 

And  plac'dthem  on  a  rock. 

3 

He  found  me  filthy,  all  in  sin, 
And  far  from  righteousness; 

He  spilt  his  blood  to  wash  me  clean; 
Took  off  my  filthy  dress; 


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4 

And  cloth'dme  with  salvation  sure; 

Took  scales  from  both  mine  eyes; 
In  him  I  see  a  Savior  pure, 

Who  hearkens  to  my  cries. 


107.    C.  M.         II.  Ballou. 

How  beautiful  upon  the  mountains  are  the  feet  of 
who  bring-  good  tidings. 

ON  Zion's  heav'nly  hills  they  stand, 

Who  preach  a  Saviors  grace; 
Who  recommend  fair  Canaan's  land, 

And  glories  of  the  place. 

2 

How  beauteous  are  their  willing  feet, 

And  all  their  raiment  white! 
There  Ziotfs  watchmen  joyful  meet. 

On  the  fair  hills  of  light. 

3 

With  silver  trumpets  they  proclaim 

Salvation  in  the  Lord: 
They  love  to  speak  of  Jesus'  name, 

And  preach  his  faithful  word, 

4 

Then  let  the  ministers  of  peace, 

With  joy  and  zeai  unite; 
And  in  the  gospel-work  increase; 

Be  faithful  day  and  night, 


108.  C.  M.  II.  Ballou, 

The  invitation  of  the  Gospel. 
SEE  Jesus  stand  with  open  arms! 

Sinners,  behold  your  Lord! 
May  hearts  of  stone  melt  at  his  charms, 
Or  break  beneath  his  word. 


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2 

The  Lord  is  come,  and  calls  for  thee, 

In  accents  soft  and  mild; 
O  sinner!  unto  Jesus  flee; 

Thou  art  his  ransom'd  child, 

3 

Depart  from  ev'ry  sinful  way, 
And  seek  the  paths  of  peace; 

And  faithful  watch,  and  faithful  pray, 
For  sanctifying  grace. 

4 

Nor  shall  your  prayers  be  long  in  vain, 

The  vict'ry  you  shall  win; 
YoUj  Canaan's  promis'd  land,  shall  gain. 

And  songs  of  glory  sing. 


•  109.  C.  M.         S.  Streeter. 

The  garment  of  salvation.    Gen.  iii.  21,  Isa.  Ixi.  ^G. 

LO,  what  a  briliant  type,  divine, 

Of  our  Redeemer's  grace, 
Did  unto  Eve  and  Adam  shine,, 

Removing  their  distress! 

o 

Behold,  a  tatter' d  robe  they  form, 

A  fig  leaf  for  their  dress; 
Which  cannot  shield  them  from  the  storm3 

Nor  hide  their  nakedness! 

3 

Rut  God  to  them  in  love  appears, 

A  better  garment  brings, 
And  like  a  parent  dries  their  tears; 

He  clothes  them  both  with  skins, 


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4 

So  did  the  Lord  our  righteousness 

Behold  the  sons  of  men, 
Trembling  within  a  filthy  dress, 

Which  ne'er  could  hide  their  shame. 
5 

His  bowels  of  compassion  mov'd 

On  such  poor  worms  as  they; 
And  left  the  lucid  court  above, 

To  put  their  sins  away. 

6 

The  spotless  robe  he  did  bestow, 

Of  his  own  righteousness; 
And  cloth'd  them  with  salvation  too — 

This  is  their  wedding  dress. 

110.    P.  M.         If.  Ballou. 

The  voice  of  Love  from  the  valley  of  humiliation.  Learn  ef 
me,  for  I  am  meek,  &c. 

HARK  a  glad  voice,  from  yonder  dale, 
Sweet  whispers,  in  the  fanning  gale; 
With  joy  I  hear,  and  gladly  hail, 

The  peaceful  voice  of  love. 
Soft  murm'ring  streams  of  grace  supreme^  / 
And  light's  celestial  radiance  beams, 
All  adding  glory  to  the  scene, 
My  drooping  senses  greatly  cheer, 

My  thoughts  are  rais'd  above. 

2 

Adieu,  ye  toys  of  earth  and  time! 
Ye  oanno  more  my  thoughts  confine; 
My  heav'niy  lover's  grace  is  mine; 

My  soul  can  want  no  more. 
Enchanting  pow'rs  of  love  divine, 
And  each  immortal  grace  combine. 


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My  grosser  passions  to  confine; 
Immortal  glory  fills  my  soul— 
My  Jesus  I  adore. 

3 

Not  all  the  treasures  of  Peru^ 

Nor  polish'd  gems  that  ancients  knew. 

Have  half  the  beauties  in  my  view, 

As  God's  eternal  Son. 
Not  all  the  pleasures  of  the  spring, 
Nor  all  the  sweets  the  zephyrs  bring, 
Nor  all  the  notes  the  songsters  sing, 
Can  so  delight  my  soul  with  joy 

As  Jesus  doth  alone. 

4 

More  free  than  limpid  streams  that  pass, 
Cool  murm'ring  'mong  the  fiow'ry  grass, 
Invite  the  thirsty  as  they  pass, 

Does  Christ  my  soul  invite; 
Nor  doth  the  grass  in  time  of  show'r, 
Nor  bee  that  sucks  the  honey  flow'r, 
Nor  weary  swaiu  beneath  the  bow'r, 
Receive  new  life  so  soon  as  I, 

Whom  Jesus  doth  delight. 

5 

May  I,  when  time  with  me  is  o'er, 
And  I  behold  the  sun  no  more, 
In  yonder  world  to  come,  adore 

My  Jesus  and  my  King. 
May  Adam?s  num'rous  throng,  at  last, 
When  sighs,  and  tears,  and  wos  are  past, 
When  in  obliv'on  sin  is  cast, 
Rais'd  on  the  rainbow  of  his  love. 

His  praise  in  glory  sing. 


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111.  C.  M.  H.  Ballot 

The  heavenly  Lover. 
ALL  earthly  lovers,  now  adieu! 

I  fee)  a  heav'nly  flame; 
My  gracious  lover  I'll  pursue, 

Aud  glory  in  his  name. 

He's  purer  than  the  morning  lighi, 
More  fragrant  than  the  rose; 

His  sacred  name  is  all  delight, 
His  love  is  my  repose. 

3 

Ye  carnal  herds  of  nymphs  and  swains. 

Pursue  your  mortal  love; 
I  know,  I  feel  a  purer  flame 

For  him  who  rules  above. 

4 

His  grace  is  life  and  peace  divine. 

His  love  is  heav'n  within; 
His  condescension  made  him  mine^ 

And  me  he  calls  his  queen. 

5 

He'll  raise  me  to  his  throne  above. 

And  make  his  kingdom  mine- 
There,  in  the  fulness  of  his  love, 
I  shall  in  glory  shine. 

6 

There  on  the  cooling  water  side, 

Where  music  never  dies, 
Eternal  zephyrs  gently  glide, 

And  beauty  charms  mine  eyes. 

7 

In  soft  embraces  of  his  love, 
By  heav'n's  eternal  charms; 


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My  soul  in  gratitude  shall  move. 
While  safe  in  Jesus7  arms. 

8 

And  in  this  bliss  shall  I  remain. 
While  endless  years  shall  roll; 

Immortal  light  my  eyes  sustain, 
And  glory  fills  my  soul. 

112.  L.  M.  H.  Ballotj. 

The  Rose  of  Sharon. 

THE  Rose  of  Sharon  we  behold, 
And  lilies  deck'd  with  flaming  gold; 
Fair  emblems  of  that  purity. 
Which,  Lord,  for  ever  dwells  in  thee. 

As  apple-trees  among  the  thorns, 
Is  our  dear  Lord  among  the  sons; 
No  wood  that  grows  can  ever  be 
Compared  with  this  apple-tree. 

3 

I  sit  beneath  his  cooling  shade, 
And  sweet  to  me  his  fruit  is  made ; 
While  richest  wines  the  banquet  grace, 
My  soul  is  charm'd  with  Jesus'  face. 

4 

His  banner  over  me  is  love, 
His  tenderness  of  soul  I  prove; 
I  have  resign'dto  him  my  heart, 
Dear  Lord,  O  may  we  never  part. 

113.  L.  M.         H.  Ballot?. 

The  Banquet. 

STAY  me  with  flagons,  dearest  Lord, 
(The  comforts  of  thy  holy  word) 


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Apples  of  gold  in  pictures  wrought, 
From  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  brought. 

With  thy  right  hand,  support  me  still, 
And  all  thy  promises  fulfil; 
While  on  thy  left,  my  head  I  lean, 
May  all  thy  beauties,  Lord,  be  seen. 

3 

Now  my  beloved's  voice  I  hear, 
(I  bid  farewell  to  ev'ry  fear J 
Or  t  he  fair  hill  of  love  and  truth, 
All  glorious  in  immortal  youth. 

4 

The  hart  or  roe  is  not  so  fleet, 
As  Jesus  flies,  my  soul  to  meet; 
Now  thro'  the  types  of  heav'nly  grace, 
He  shews  the  beauties  of  his  face. 


114.    S.  M.  //.  Bjllou. 

Blessings  of  the  Gospel. 

RIVERS  from  Jesus  flow, 
And  bright  prophetic  streams; 
There  trees  of  life  immortal  grow, 
And  light  effulgent  beams. 

2 

Leaves  from  those  trees  shall  heal 
The  nations  of  their  woe; 
Sinners  the  living  balsam  feel, 
And  up  to  Zion  go. 

3 

Thus  from  the  house  of  God, 
Waters  were  seen  to  flow; 
And,  like  the  all-atoning  blood, 
Give  health  where'er  they  go. 
9 


98 


4 

Behold  the  spicy  hills, 
And  ever  living  groves! 
Their  pleasant  fruit  the  hungry  fills* 
And  truth  spontaneous  grows. 

115.    CM.  H.  Ballou. 

B  ehold,  I  stand  at  the  door  and  knock! 

JESUS  is  knocking  at  the  door, 

His  locks  are  wet  with  dew; 
He  brings  salvation  to  the  poor; 

Sinners,  there's  life  for  you. 

Open  the  door  and  he'll  come  in, 

And  feast  you  on  his  store; 
Will  cleanse  you  from  your  guilt  and  sin-: 

Open,  to  Christ,  the  door. 

3 

Or  is  thy  heart  so  cold  and  hard, 

And  to  thy  welfare  blind; 
Have  you  the  door  against  him  barr'd. 

That  heav'nly  friend  so  kind! 

4 

Then  longer  strive  thy  husks  to  eat? 

And  serve  in  barren  lands; 
Till  hunger  drives  you  to  his  feet, 

To  fall  upon  his  hands. 


116.    L.  M.  Kneeland. 

The  bread  of  Life.   John  vi.  55,  56,  63. 

NOW  let  us  here  enjoy  the  sign 
That  we  are  all  the  sons  of  God; 


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And  represent,  by  bread  and  wine, 
The  holy  flesh  and  holy  blood. 

2 

Jesus  has  said,  My  flesh  is  meat; 
My  crimson  blood  is  drink  indeed; 
And  he  that  takes  my  flesh  to  eat, 
From  sin  and  sorrow  shall  be  freed. 

3 

Except  ye  eat  my  living  flesh, 
Except  ye  drink  my  vital  blood, 
Ye' re  destitute  of  righteousness, 
The  only  living  bread  of  God. 

4 

But  lit' ral  flesh  and  lit'ral  blood 
Do  profit  not,  but  gender  strife; 
The  words  I  speak  are  living  bread, 
For  they  are  spirit,  and  are  life, 
5 

Give  us,  O  Lord,  this  living  bread, 
Refresh  our  souls  with  living  wine; 
With  truth  and  grace  may  all  be  fed, 
Until  they're  fill'd  with  love  divine. 


117.    C.  M.  Kneeland. 
The  Bread  and  Wine,  an  emblem  of  the  Church 
BEHOLD  the  wine!  behold  the  bread! 

Which  Jesus  bless'd  and  brake; 
On  which  his  foll'wers  richly  fed, 
Was  broken  for  our  sake. 

2 

According  to  his  sacred  word, 

We  taste  the  bread  and  wine; 
And  thus  we  see  the  church  of  Godj 

United  and  combin'd. 

3 

The  wheat  that  once  was  in  the  field. 


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Growing  in  nature's  chaff; 
Unto  the  reaper's  hand  did  yield? 
And  form  the  solid  mass. 

4 

The  grapes  that  hung  upon  the  vine^ 

In  clusters  richly  great; 
Have  poured  forth  their  mingled  wine. 

Of  which  we  now  partake. 

The  bread,  the  wine,  of  many  made, 

Do  now  appear  but  one; 
Nor  high,  nor  low;  but  to  one  grade 

The  particles  belong. 

6 

So  Christ  our  Lord,  the  living  bread, 

The  head  of  ev'ry  man; 
His  church,  of  ev'ry  man,  is  made, 

Which  forms  th'  eternal  plan. 


118.    L.  M.  Kneelakd. 

The  Provisions  of  the  Gospel. 

LORD,  we  adore  thy  bount'oi>s  hand, 
Which  spread  for  us  this  solemn  feast; 
The  riches  of  thy  gospel  stand 
Open,  to  every  willing  guest. 

The  cup  is  fill'd  with  living  wine, 
Press'd  from  celestial  fruits  above; 
And  flows  to  man  in  every  c»  me, 
In  streams  of  everlasting  love. 

3 

The  tree  of  life  unwith'ring  stands. 
Whose  fruit  is  everlasting  bread: 
And  (yielding  to  divine  commands) 
Our  souls  have  been  most  richly  fed. 


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4 

The  leaves  of  this  celestial  tree 
Shall  all  the  guilty  nations  heal; 
From  sin  and  death,  shall  all  set  free, 
No  more  the  pow'r  of  death  to  feel. 

5 

Then,  O  my  soul,  adore  and  praise 
Your  God,  who  doth  these  blessings  bring; 
Attune  your  harps  to  heav'nly  lays, 
And  shout  hosannas  to  your  King. 

6 

[The  tree  of  life  is  Christ  the  Lord, 
Who  came  to  save  our  guilty  race; 
The  fruit  is  his  eternal  word, 
The  leaves  are  his  restoring  grace: 
7 

By  these  shall  human  nature  live, 
In  union  joined  all  as  one; 
This  is  the  life  which  God  did  give, 
To  us,  in  Jesus  Christ  his  Son.] 

119.    S.  ML  //.  Ballov* 

The  Love  of  God. 

HOW  vast  the  love  of  God, 
To  sinful,  dying  men; 
Reveal'd  to  us  thro'  Jesus'  bloody 
To  save  the  world  from  sin! 

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With  ink  should  rivers  flow, 
It  would  exhaust  each  stream, 
The  fulness  of  his  love  to  show, 
To  lost  and  wretched  men. 

3 

'Tis  broader  than  the  sea, 
TIs  higher  than  the  sky; 
*  9 


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From  sin  this  love  has  set  me  free., 
That  I  shall  never  die. 

4 

Richer  than  India's  shore; 

No  price  can  equal  love; 
5Tis  heaven's  best  and  richest  store. 

And  flows  from  God  above. 


120.  C.  M.  II.  Ballou. 

Communion. 

COMMUNION  with  our  friends  is  sweet; 

And  'tis  a  lovely  time, 
When  brethren  in  sweet  friendship  meet; 

Their  pleasure  is  divine. 

2 

Here  Jesus  sits  ;  with  love  he  smiles; 

And  drives  our  wants  away; 
He  ev'ry  sorrow  now  beguiles; 

He'll  ev'ry  grief  repay. 

3 

With  flagons  of  his  heav'nly  wine, 

He  pledges  ev'ry  friend; 
His  grace  with  brightest  lustre  shines; 

His  grace  each  guest  defends. 

4 

When  shall  we  reach  the  courts  above^ 

Where  brethren  never  part; 
Communing  in  that  perfect  love, 

Which  fills  each  joyful  heart. 

121.  S.  M.  H.  Ballqu* 

The  Death  of  Christ  for  sin. 

O  SINNER,  turn  thine  eyes, 
Behold^  upon  the  tree* 


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In  agony 5  the  Shiloh  dies! 
From  sin  to  set  thee  free! 

2 

How  well  he  lov'd  thy  soul! 
Nor  from  thee  will  depart; 
Tho'  floods  of  sorrow  o'er  him  roll, 
And  pierce  his  bleeding  heart. 

3 

His  love,  more  strong  than  death, 
He  brav'd  the  mighty  flood, 
And  yielded  up  his  prayerful  breath, 
To  bring  thy  soul  to  God. 

4 

O,  now  rebuke  thy  heart. 
Unless  repentance  flows! 
From  sin,  of  ev'ry  name,  depart, 
Since  Jesus  for  thee  rose.  > 

122.    C.  M.  II.  Ballou. 

The  Sufferings  of  Christ. 

WHAT  was  the  wormwood  and  the  gall, 

My  Jesus  drank  for  me; 
To  pay  a  ransom  for  my  soul, 

And  set  his  ransom'd  free? 

2 

'Twas  hatred  in  return  for  love, 
And  wrath  for  mercy  shown; 

They  gall  and  wormwood  to  him  prove,, 
A  grief  before  unknown. 

3 

How  was  m}*  soul  by  this  redeem'dj 

Or  set  at  liberty  ? 
Or  why  is  Christ  by  me  esteem'd? 

Why  must  I  grateful  be? 


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4 

My  Savior  drank  the  Jordan  dry. 

My  hatred  did  remove; 
I  to  the  arms  of  mercy  fly, 

And  give  him  all  my  love. 


123.  L.  M.  H.  Bjllou. 

The  Crown  of  Thorns. 

A  CROWN  of  thorns  the  Savior  wore. 
When  he  for  sin  a  ransom  paid; 
When  our  iniquities  he  bore, 
And  glorious  reconcilement  made. 

% 

But  diadems  of  glory  bright, 
Encircle  now  his  sacred  head; 
The  centre  of  eternal  light, 
And  first  born  trophy  from  the  dead. 

3 

In  room  of  thorns,  see  sparkling  gems, 
Andpolish'd  rubies,  bright  and  fair; 
More  glorious  than  what  eastern  kings? 
Or  earthly  monarchs  ever  wear. 

4 

The  praises  of  his  ransom'd  throng 
Is  the  rich  crown,  the  Savior  wears; 
And  thankful  notes,  rais'd  in  their  song, 
Are  brighter  than  ten  thousand  stars. 

124.  L.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

The  Bruiser  of  the  Serpent's  head. 

THE  Savior  did  our  sorrows  feel, 
(The  serpent  raging  at  his  heel) 
His  flesh  consumed  in  wo  and  strife, 
Por  us  a  ransom  gave  his  life, 


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2 

He  bore  our  griefs  and  sorrows  too. 
And  prov'd  the  prophets'  doctrine  true, 
That  we  might  trust  our  all  in  him, 
Who  doth  redeem  from  death  and  sin. 

3 

A  glorious  victory  he  wrought,* 
The  serpent's  kingdom  brought  to  nought. 
Hath  bruis'd  the  head  of  carnal  mind, 
And  doth  each  raging  passion  bind. 

4 

He  draws  the  soul  with  cords  of  love, 
And  makes  us  all  his  mercy  prove; 
He  gives  ihe  fulness  of  his  grace. 
And  lights  on  us,  his  smiling  face. 

5 

I  would  devote  to  him  my  all, 
On  hira  for  aid  would  constant  call; 
Would  think  no  sacrifice  too  large, 
Could  I  my  grateful  debt  discharge. 


125.    L.  M.  Kneeland. 

Christ's  compassion  for  his  persecutors.   Luke  xxiii.  2^ 

BEHOLD  the  man!  the  Sent  of  God, 
The  image  of  th'  Eternal  name; 
Who  came  to  bear  our  heavy  load 
Of  sin  and  darkness,  guilt  and  shame! 

2 

Behold  him  in  his  humble  state! 
To  virtue,  only,  then  inclin'd; 
No  king  nor  prophet  half  so  great; 
No  earthly  parent  half  so  kind. 


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But  envy,  that  old  cruel  foe 
To  all  the  good  that's  found  in  man. 
Sought  all  his  works  to  overthrow, 
And  thus  destroy  th'  eternal  plan. 

4 

Malice  and  rage,  in  league  combin'd, 
Pursu'd  him  even  to  the  grave; 
Yet  nought  against  him  could  they  find,, 
Except,  he         the  world  to  save! 

5 

They  clothed  him  in  purple  gore, 
With  platted  thorns  his  head  was  crown' 
With  knotty  whips  his  flesh  they  tore, 
Altho'  no  fault  in  him  was  found. 

6 

But  it  behoved  him  to  die, 
That  he  the  love  of  God  might  shew; 
"  Father  forgive  them,"  was  his  cry, 
6(  Because  they  know  not  what  they  do. 

126.    S.  M.  Kneeland. 

The  suffering  of  Christ. 

SEE  on  mount  Calvary! 
Upon  the  fatal  wood; 
The  man  who  gave  his  life  for  me, 
And  shed  his  precious  blood! 

2 

If  Jesus  lov'd  me  so, 
When  I  was  yet  in  sin; 
He's  willing  I  the  truth  should  k  now? 
To  make  my  conscience  clean. 


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3 

This  love  more  strong  than  death,  * 
In  Jesus  ever  flows  ; 
By  this  he  spent  his  dying  breath 
In  praying  for  his  foes. 

4 

Can  he  who  lov'd  me  thus. 
When  I  was  yet  his  foe, 
Be  ever  made  to  love  me  less 
By  seeing  all  my  wo? 

5 

No:  this  can  never  be 
With  him  who  reigns  above: 
For  he  must  love  eternally, 
Or  ne'er  be  said  to  love! 

127.    L.  M.         H.  Ballov. 

The  Garden  and  Cross. 
COME,  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two? 
While  we  the  cross  and  garden  view; 
Where  Jesus  groan'd,  where  Jesus  bled^ 
And  where  he  bow'd  his  sacred  head. 

For  man  he  groan'd,  for  man  he  dy'd, 
By  man  betray'd,  by  man  deny'd; 
In  death  he  bore  our  sins  and  wos, 
And  glorious  from  the  dead  arose. 

3 

Rejoice,  ye  saints,  and  dry  your  tears, 
The  Lord,  in  triumph,  now  appears; 
No  more  he  groans,  no  more  he  dies*, 
Behold  him  with  rejoicing  eyes! 

4 

Now  farewell  garden,  farewell  cross! 
You've  purg'd  our  nature  from  its  dross;- 


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A  crown  of  glory,  now  we  gain — 
With  Jesus  we  shall  ever  reign. 

128.    C.  M.         H.  Ballou. 

The  Man  of  Sorrow. 

WHAT  Man  of  sorrow  and  of  grief, 

Beset  with  foes  around, 
Do  I  behold!  for  whom  relief, 

On  earth,  cannot  be  found? 

2 

The  spiteful  Jews  and  Roman  bands, 

Now  lift  him  up  on  high; 
With  nails  they  pierce  his  bleeding  hands) 

He  prays — O,  see  him  die! 

3 

Father  forgive,  he  cry'd  aloud, 

And  yielded  up  his  breath; 
His  head,  in  anguish,  humbly  bow'd — 

He  sleeps  in  silent  death. 

4 

It  is  the  Lamb  of  God,  indeed! 

For  sin,  an  ofPring  made; 
By  him  we  are  from  bondage  freed; 

Our  ransom  he  has  paid. 


129.     S.  M.  //.  B^LLQU. 

Christ  on  the  Cross. 

WITH  sad  surprise,  I  see 
My  Savior  and  my  Lord, 
Extended  on  the  fatal  tree. 
And  welt'ring  iu  his  blood! 

2 

'Twas  for  our  sins  he  dy'd, 
He  made  our  griefs  Irs  own; 


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Tho'  we  with  scorn  our  Lord  deny'd, 
He'll  raise  us  to  his  throne. 

3 

What  matchless  love  is  this, 
Which  Jesus  did  display  ? 
From  sin  to  raise  our  sinful  race, 
From  night  to  endless  day. 

4 

O  let  his  praise  be  sung, 
With  timbrels  sounding  high  ; 
O  praise  his  name,  on  every  tongue, 
Who  lives,  no  more  to  die. 


130.    C.  M.         H.  Ballou. 

The  riches  of  the  Cross. 

WITH  strange  surprise,  the  cross  I  view., 

Where  Jesus  for  me  dy'd; 
And  ask  myself,  if  this  b#  true, 

What  can  I  want  beside  ? 

Give  me  the  vict'ries  of  that  cross. 

My  soul  shall  ask  no  more; 
I  count  all  other  things  but  dross, 

And  this  my  heav'nly  store. 

3 

Riches  on  earth  take  wings  and  fly, 

And  earthly  honors  fade; 
I  have  my  treasures  plac'd  on  high, 

The  cross  my  honor  made. 

4 

0  had  I  Gabr'el's  tongue,  to  sing 

The  honors  of  my  Lord  ! 
To  tell  the  vict'ries  of  my  King, 

And  all  his  love  record  ! 
to 


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5 

My  song  should  pierce  the  lofty  sky. 

In  melody  divine; 
The  heav'nly  hosts  should  joyful  fly, 

And  all  in  concert  join. 

131.    P.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

The  church  called  from  the  wilderness. 

COME,  from  the  wilderness, 
Thou  desolated  fair; 
Put  on  thy  wedding  dress, 
To  meet  thy  Lord  prepare. 

Lo!  see  him  come 

To  give  thee  joy, 

Thy  foes  destroy, 

And  take  thee  home. 

2 

Thy  months  are  all  fulfilled, 
Forty  and  two  complete; 
Thy  witnesses*  were  kill'd 
Thy  glory  to  defeat: 

But  lo  !  they  live, 

No  more  to  die; 

They  testify, 

And  witness  give. 

3 

Thou,  fairer  than  the  moon, 
Thou,  clearer  than  the  sun, 
God  hath  prepar'd  thee  room. 
Thy  victory  is  won. 

The  day  is  come 

Thee  to  restore 

To  glories  more; 

And  lo!  'tis  done. 
*  The  spirit  of  the  law  and  the  spirit  of  prophecy. 


Ill 


4 

Thy  banners  are  unfurl'd 
Thy  enemies  dismay'd; 
Thy  glory  fills  the  world, 
And  makes  thy  foes  afraid. 

They  shall  recede 

Their  pow'r  and  name, 

And  then,  with  shame, 

Thy  mercy  plead. 

5 

Then  Ziotfs  watchmen  all, 
Eye  unto  eye  shall  see; 
Great  Babylon  shall  fall, 
No  more  remember'd  be; 

Zion  shall  rise, 

By  pow'r  divine, 

In  glory  shine, 

That  never  dies, 

6 

Then  shout  with  loudest  songs; 
The  God  of  Zion  praise; 
With  joy  upon  our  tongues, 
We'll  sing  his  wond'rous  ways. 

Faithful  his  word 

Of  grace  and  love. 

Sent  from  above; 

Praise  ye  the  Lord! 

132.    S.  M.  Kneeland. 

The  church  coming  up  from  the  wilderness.  S.  Songs. viii/ 
5.vi.  10- 

DOWN  to  the  wilderness, 
Of  slavery  and  pride, 


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The  Lord,  the  Lamb  of  God,  hath  been? 
To  seek  his  lovely  bride. 

2 

He  found  her  meanly  clad, 
In  robes  which  she  had  made; 
By  false  instructors  vainly  led. 
Whose  doctrine  she  obey'd. 

3 

He  takes  her  tatter'd  robes, 
And  breaks  her  galling  chains: 
He  clothes  her  with  his  righteousness, 
And  wash's  away  her  stains. 

4 

Up  from  her  dark  abode, 
He  causeth  her  to  come; 
To  dwell  for  ever  with  her  God, 
And  like  a  bride  at  home. 

5 

She's  fairer  than  the  moon, 
And  like  the  sun,  most  bright; 
She's  decorated  with  the  stars, 
A  panoply  of  light. 

6 

The  Lord  is  all  her  strength, 
She  leans  upon  his  breast; 
He'll  bring  her  safe  to  heav'n  at  lengthy 
To  be  for  ever  blest. 


133.    C.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

The  New- Jerusalem,  the  Gospel  Covenant. 

THE  New- Jerusalem  I  see, 

Descending  from  above; 
^Bright  angels  her  attendants  be, 

And  all  her  garments  love. 


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2 

A  virgin  church  appears,  her  moon*, 

And  beams  upon  her  street; 
Jesus,  her  Sun,  shall  make  her  noon, 

His  glories  in  her  meet. 

3 

Like  as  a  bride  she  is  adorn'd, 

In  robes  of  csedlework; 
Gentiles  and  Jews  to  her  conform'd, 

Compose  the  virgin  church, 
4 

Herself  the  covenant  of  God, 

A.nd  on  her  Lord  she  leans; 
Her  promises  are  seal'd  with  blood, 

And  churches  are  her  queens. 

5 

Tho'  barren  once,  lo,  now  she  sings! 

A  lovely  bride  most  fair; 
She  hath,  for  nursing  fathers,  kings, 

And  queens  her  mothers  are. 

6 

Behold  her  glories  spread  abroad, 
And  kings  receive  her  light; 

In  her  the  aations  own  their  God, 
And  sing  with  sweet  delight. 

134.    C.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

The  heavenly  Jerusalem. 

MAY  sacred  heat  inspire  my  tongue, 

And  ev'ry  grace  impart; 
With  golden  numbers  fill  my  song 

And  animate  my  heart. 

2 

Of  the  eternal  fair  I  sing, 
Jerusalem  above; 


*10 


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Zioti,  the  city  of  our  King, 
Where  dwells  immortal  lore. 

3 

Behold!  her  walls  are  great  and  high, 

(Salvation  of  the  Lord) 
Her  gates  the  word  of  prophecy, 

And  open  is  the  word. 

4 

From  north  and  south,  from  east  and  west9 

Shall  all  the  nations  come; 
And  find  in  her  immortal  rest, 

And  an  eternal  home. 

5 

On  emblematic  stones  she  stands, 

Where  ev'ry  grace  is  found; 
Rais'd  by  the  great  Jehovah's  handsR 

And  on  ImmanuePs  ground. 

6 

She  like  a  jasper  stone  most  bright, 

Reflects  her  cheering  rays; 
In  her  there  is  no  gloom  of  night, 

But  one  eternal  blaze. 

7 

Of  her  t}ie  Holy  One  hath  said, 

(And  faithful  is  his  word) 
Her  seed  shall  bruise  the  serpent's  head; 

This  seed  is  Christ  the  Lord. 

8 

Thus  is  the  male  and  female  one, 
u  The  Lord  our  righteousness  ;i} 

The  Covenant  and  Living  Son, 
In  whom  the  world  is  blest. 


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135.    C.  M.  Kneeland. 

The  ransomed  of  the  Lord  returning  to  Zion 
1  Tim  ii.  4,  6.  Col.  i  20.  Math.  v.  17,  18.  Isa,  xxxv. 

THE  Lord,  his  boundless  love  to  show, 

Prepar'd  for  us  a  rest; 
He  wills  that  all  the  truth  should  know* 

And  be  for  ever  blest. 

The  Mediator,  by  his  blood. 

Himself  a  ransom  gave; 
To  reconcile  all  things  to  God, 

A  sinful  world  to  save. 

3 

He  shall  fulfil  the  righteous  law, 

The  law  of  life  and  love; 
All  creatures  to  obedience  draw. 

To  dwell  in  realms  above. 

4 

The  ransom'd  of  the  Lord  shall  come. 

To  Zion  shall  return; 
The  captive  souls  shall  all  come  home, 

No  more  to  weep  and  mourn. 

5 

With  joy  and  gladness,  lo!  they  come. 

The  holy  city  throng; 
The  sacred  seats  prepare  them  room, 

Where  sounds  the  grateful  song. 

.  6 

They  shall  obtain  celestial  joy^ 
And  grief  shall  flee  away;  , 

The  heav'nly  notes,  their  tongues  employ, 
In  an  eternal  day. 


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136-    P.  M.  Turner. 

The  call  of  Zion,  and  the  exhibition  of  her  glory  : 
Collected  from  various  scriptures. 

ARISE  from  thy  wilderness  state. 
Thou  Zion,  belov'd  of  the  Lord, 
And  deck'd  in  thy  majesty  great, 
Shine  forth  as  the  precious  restored. 
Long  time,  hast  thou  wander'd  forlorn, 
Forsaken,  and  greatly  despis'd; 
The  garments  of  sorrow  hast  worn, 
Nor  the  love  of  thy  God  realiz'd. 

2 

Now  clothe  thee  with  raiment  of  light, 
On  thy  head  wear  a  crown  of  pure  gold: 
Thy  rad'ant  effulgence  so  bright, 
Thy  enemies  cannot  behold. 
From  the  dust  of  the  earth,  thou  shalt  rise, 
Renew'd  in  the  vigor  of  youth; 
Thus  the  captive,  with  pleasing  surprise, 
Hears  the  ransoming  language  of  truth, 
3 

Deliver'd  to  bondage  for  nought, 
Where  tyrants,  thy  steps,  have  pursu'd; 
Thcu  shalt,  without  money,  be  bought, 
Thy  Savior,  thy  thraldoms,  hath  view'd. 
Thy  Maker,  thy  Husband,  thy  King, 
Shall  lead  thee  to  mansions  of  rest; 
And  a  numerous  retinue  bring,  - 
To  welcome  his  bride  to  his  breast. 


,  137.    C.  M.         H,  Ballou, 

Confidence  in  God. 

WrtY  thus  dejected,  O  my  soul! 

Why  thus  cast  down  with  fear? 
Sure  floods  of  sorrow  o'er  thee  roll. 

Is  no  d$liv'rer  near? 


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2 

Hope  thou  in  God,  and  in  him  trust, 

And  send  thy  fears  away; 
He  is  both  merciful  and  just; 

Nor  can  his  love  decay. 

3 

My  soul,  thy  highest  notes  of  praise 

To  thy  DHiv'rer  sing; 
And  in  thy  sweetest  anthems  raise 

The  honors  of  thy  King. 

4 

Thy  health,  thy  beauty,  and  thy  pow'r. 
Is  God,  thy  gracious  friend; 

Then,  O  my  soul!  thy  God  adore. 
Who  doth  Salvation  send. 

138.    S.  M.         H.  Ballov. 

I  am  not  ashamed  of  the  Gospel. 

WHY  should  I  blush  to  own 
The  Gospel  of  my  Lord? 
I'd  sooner  abdicate  a  throne, 
Than  slight  his  holy  word, 

2 

Honors  of  earthly  kings. 
With  all  their  shining  train.; 
Are  all  but  poor  detested  things, 
Compar'd  with  Jesus'  name. 

3 

The  day  might  blush,  with  shame* 
To  own  the  golden  sun; 
As  well  as  I  that  holy  name, 
Which  my  salvation  won. 

4 

The  dusky  eve  might  blush 
To  own  the  silver  moon; 


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As  well  as  I,  who  bore  my  curse, 
And  tum'd  my  night  to  noon. 
5 

The  patient  heaPd  might  be 
Asham'd  to  own  the  skill, 
From  deathlike  pains,  which  set  him  free, 
And  did  the  fever  kill; 

6 

As  well  as  I  to  own 
My  soul's  Physician  kind, 
Who  doth  for  all  my  sins  atone; 
The  fevers  of  the  mind. 


139.   C.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

Take  no  thought  for  the  morrow,  &c. 

O,  WHY  should  cares  torment  my  mind? 

Why  should  I  faithless  be? 
Will  God  my  Father  prove  unkind? 

Nor  I  his  goodness  see? 

When  scant  my  store  of  daily  food, 

And  clothing  thinly  worn; 
Shall  I  believe  th'  Eternal  Good 

An  enemy  will  turn? 

3 

Will  he  who  feeds  the  fowls  of  air 

And  fishes  of  the  sea, 
Refuse  a  single  crumb  to  spare? 

Must  I  distrustful  be? 

4 

Will  he  who  clothes  the  lilies  fair5 

Who  neither  toil  nor  spin; 
Forget  to  make  his  child  his  care? 

Hath  he  unfaithful  been? 


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5 

I'll  cast  my  cares  upon  the  Lord, 
And  trust  his  goodness  still; 

Or  scant  or  plenty  be  my  board, 
Submit  unto  his  will. 

6 

Since  life  is  surely  more  than  food. 
The  body  more  than  dress; 

I  will  regard  the  greater  good, 
And  trust  him  for  the  less. 


14a    C.  M.        H.  Ballou. 

Lay  not  up  for  yourselves,  treasures  on  earth,  &a 

NOT  here  on  earth  are  treasures  sure, 

Our  Savior  did  declare; 
The  moths  and  rust,  they  can't  endure, 

And  thieves  will  of  them  share. 

2 

In  heav'n  let  all  thy  treasure  be; 

This  is  our  Savior's  will; 
There  they,  from  moths  and  rust,  are  free; 

Where  thieves  can  never  steal. 

3 

Wean  us,  O  Lord,  from  things  below, 

And  raise  our  minds  above; 
Thy  heavenly  treasures,  to  us,  show, 

And  fill  us  with  thy  love. 

4 

And  where  our  greatest  treasures  are, 

O  may  our  hearts  remain; 
May  we  with  faith  and  humble  prayer^ 

Pursue  the  heav'nly  gain. 


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141.    S.  M.  Kneeland. 

God  satisfying  the  desire  of  every  living  thing 
Psalm  cxlv.  jG 

BEHOLD  the  love  of  God, 
Display'd  in  works  dif  ine, 
To  creatures  scatter' d  ail  abroad, 
That  dwell  in  every  clime! 

% 

He  op'neth  wide  his  hand, 
Supplies  their  every  need; 
Creatures,  that  dwell  in  ev'ry  land, 
From  danger  shall  be  freed. 

3 

From  nature,  pure,  sublime, 
His  own  eternal  self, 
H'  implanted  in  the  creature's  mind 
A  thirst  for  happiness. 

4 

This  is  the  great  desire, 
In  which  all  men  agree; 
And  holy  Wisdom  doth  conspire 
To  answer  this  decree. 

5 

The  prayers  of  mortal  men 
Cannot  be  satisfy'd; 
If  they  contrast  th'  eternal  plan, 
Which  spreads  the  blessings  wide. 
6 

Whoever  seeks  for  bliss, 
In  causing  sore  distress, 
Shall  surely  be  deprived  of  this— 
His  conscience  cannot  rest. 

7 

But  he  who  seeks  for  rest. 
In  Him  who  is  our  life: 


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Eternally,  shall  he  be  blest, 
Free  from  all  care  and  strife. 


142.    C.  M.        S.  Streets 

God's  way  equal.   Ezek.  xviii.  29, 

THUS  did  the  house  of  Israel  say, 

That  ancient,  chosen  race; 
Unequal  is  the  way  of  God, 

The  tokens  of  his  grace. 

But  hear  my  Voice!  with  you  I  plead5 
Saith  God,  the  sov'reign  King; 

Shall  not  the  Judge  of  all  the  earth 
Do  right  in  ev'ry  thing? 

3 

More  just  than,  God,  can  mortals  be9 
Who're  far  from  righteousness? 

Tekel  is  stamp' d  on  all  their  works, 
'Till  they,  the  Lord>  confess. 

4 

Whene'er  my  law,  they  do  transgress^ 

And  disobey  my  word; 
I'll  punish  them  in  righteousness, 

Yet  still  remain  their  Lord. 

5 

When  they  iniquity  forsake, 

And  learn  to  do  my  will; 
Their  galling  chains,  I  then  will  break— 

I  am  their  sov'reign  still. 


143.    S.  M.         S.  Streeteh. 

Confidence  in  God.    Isa>  xii.  2,. 

BEHOLD,  the  mighty  God, 
In  whom  I  live  and  move^ 
11 


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Is  my  Salvation,  and  my  Lord; 
My  life,  my  joy,  my  love. 

2 

In  him  secure  I'll  trust, 
Who  earth's  foundation  laid; 
Nor  e'er  withdraw  my  confidence, 
Nor  will  I  be  afraid. 

3 

The  Lord  most  high's  my  strength, 
In  him  my  soul  is  strong; 
I'll  sing  as  with  an  angel's  voice; 
Jehovah  is  my  song. 

4 

To  draw  my  soul  from  him, 
In  vain  temptations  roll; 
Since  he,  in  mercy,  has  become 
Salvation  to  my  soul. 


144.    S.  M.         S.  Streeter. 

God  our  Friend.   Rom.  viii.  32—34. 

AWAY,  desponding  thoughts! 
Tormenting  fears,  begone! 
The  Lord  most  merciful's  our  friend. 
No  pow'r  can  do  us  no  harm. 

2 

He  did  not  spare  his  own 
Beloved,  chosen  Son; 
But  freely  him  delivered  up, 
To  bring  our  spirits  home. 

3 

If  God  then  gave  his  Son, 
That  we,  thro'  him,  might  live; 
How  shall  he  not,  with  him,  likewise. 
All  things  most  freely  give? 


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4 

Great  God!  we  prostrate  fall! 
We  bow  before  thy  throne; 
Nor  with  a  fault,  presume  to  charge 
Thine  own  elected  Son. 

5 

'Tis  thou,  most  gracious  God, 
In  boundless  love  to  men, 
Thro'  Christ,  doth  freely  justify, 
And  who  shall  dare  condemn? 

6 

'Twas  Christ  for  us  did  die, 
Or  rather  rose  again, 
At  God's  right  hand  triumphant  sits; 
Hosanna  to  the  Lamb! 


145.    C.  M.        S.  Streeter. 

God's  love  immutable.    Rom.  viii.  37 — 39. 

CAN  tribulation,  or  distress, 

Or  peril,  or  the  sword; 
Or  famine  sore,  or  nakedness, 

Divide  us  from  the  Lord? 

2 

Nay!  all  these  things,  of  transient  pain? 

We  trample  in  the  dust; 
And  still  victorious  conqu'rors  reign. 

Thro'  him  who  loved  us, 

3 

For  I  persuaded  fully  am, 

That  neither  life,  nor  death; 
Nor  angels,  who  in  glory  reign, 

Nor  lofty  height,  nor  depth; 

4 

Nor  principalities  high  birth, 
Nor  powers  here  in  time; 


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Nor  present  things  done  in  the  earth. 
Nor  in  the  world  to  come; 

5 

Nor  any  other  creature  shall, 
(Weak,  evil,  good,  or  strong, 

While  ceaseless  time  revolves  her  wheel 
And  ages  pass  along,) 
6 

E'er  able  be  to  separate 

Us  from  the  love  of  God, 
Which  dwells,  immeasurably  great, 

In  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord. 


146.    S.  M.        S.  Streeter. 

God  hath  not  given  us  the  spirit  of  fear.    2  Tim.  !>  7. 

NOW  let  our  souls  rejoice, 
In  our  Creator,  God; 
And  steadfastly  confide  in  him, 
Who  spread  all  worlds  abroad. 

Why  are  we  fili'd  with  doubts? 
Or  with  tormenting  pain? 
Why  do  we  yet  mistrust  the  Lord, 
And  crucify  the  Lamb? 

3 

Why  do  we  disbelieve 
The  statements  of  his  word? 
The  spirit  of  tormenting  fear 
Is  giv'n  not  from  God. 

4 

The  spirit  we  receive, 
From  him,  is  pow'r  divine; 
And  love,  that's  mightier  than  deathj 
In  an  establish'd  mind. 


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5 

He  doth  remove  our  fears, 
And  gives  our  spirits  rest; 
5Tis  he  that  guides  our  wand'ring  feet, 
And  makes  our  journey  blest. 

6 

Our  spirits  came  from  God, 
And  to  him  must  return; 
Therefore,  begone!  each  doubtful  tho'tl 
Tormenting  fear,,  begone! 

147.    C.  M.         S.  Streeter, 

Trusting  in  the  true  God.    1  Tim.  iv.  10. 

LORD,  we  will  labor  in  thy  cause. 
And  faithful  stewards  prove; 

Altho'  we  suffer  keen  reproach^ 
By  strangers  to  thy  love. 

What  if,  by  foes,  we  counted  are, 

The  vilest  of  our  race? 
We'll  kindly  all  afflictions  bear, 

And  trust  a  Savior's  grace! 

3 

Thro'  evil,  and  thro'  good  report, 
Dear  Lamb,  we'll  follow  thee; 

Thou  turnest  sorrow  into  joy, 
And  darkness  into  day. 

4 

Thou  art,  O  true  and  living  God! 

The  Savior  of  all  men; 
And  in  thy  name  our  soids  rejoice., 

Tho'  Pharisees  complain. 

5 

But 'specially,  believing  souls 
Are  with  salvation  blest; 
*  11 


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They've  tasted  that  the  Lord  \s  good, 
And  enter' d  into  rest. 

6 

Dear  Lamb,  on  swiftest  pinions  move. 

Thro'  all  the  earth  abroad; 
Give  faith,  and  make  all  creatures  know 

The  boundless  love  of  God. 


148.    S.  M.  B.  Ballou* 

Confidence  in  the  seven  Spirits  of  God. 

CAN  Wisdom  infinite 
Misjudge,  or  go  astray? 
Can  obscure  darkness  chase  the  light, 
Or  night  control  the  day? 

2 

Can  Knowledge  ign'rant  prove? 
Or  weakness  Power  control? 
(JJan  hatred  take  the  place  6f  Love? 
Or  Christ  forsake  my  soul? 

3 

Her  weights  can  Justice  lose? 
Or  Mercy  be  unkind? 
Will  Christ  his  ransom'd  world  refuse, 
Or  quit  his  blest  design? 

4 

When  Truth  forsakes  her  sphere, 
And  falsehood  takes  her  place; 
Then  shall  my  soul  be  fill'd  with  fear, 
And  I  despair  of  grace. 


149.    C.  M.  Kneeland. 

Gaining  the  victory  over  unbelief. 

WHY  should  I  doubt  thy  goodness,  Lord, 
And  cherish  unbelief  ? 


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When  nature's  works  all  do  accord 
To  give  my  soul  relief? 

2 

Can  I  not  read  in  nature's  book 

The  tokens  of  thy  grace? 
Where'er  I  turn  my  eyes  to  look, 

I  see  thy  smiling  face. 

3 

The  seasons  which  the  Lord  ordains. 

To  goodness  were  design'd; 
The  wind  and  snow?  and  show'rs  of  rain, 

Show  that  the  Lord  is  kind. 

4 

And  were  these  things  all  ordered  so, 
For  nought  but  temporal  grace? 

0  when  shall  all  Jehovah  know. 
And  see  him  face  to  face? 

5 

Why  should  we  harbor  unbelief? 

Away!  ye  doubts  and  fears! 
Fly  to  the  gospel  for  relief, 

For  there  the  truth  appears. 

6 

Because  I  live?  so  live  shall  ye,,? 
(The  dear  Redeemer  saith) 
That  he  did  live*  he  let  them  see; 
This  gave  th'  apostles  faith. 

150.    S.  M.  Kneeianb. 
The  love  of  God. 

TEN  thousand  streams  of  love, 
F rom  God  my  Savior,  flow; 
My  soul  is  carry'd  far  above 
This  world  of  pain  and  wo. 


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2 

Where'er  I  turn  mine  eyes. 
To  north,  south,  east,  or  west; 
On  earth  below,  or  in  the  skies, 
All  nature's  richly  blest. 

3 

Will  God  my  father  dear, 
Who  fills  the  earth  and  sky, 
Forget  to  make  his  child  his  care, 
In  sorrow  let  him  die? 

4 

If  God  doth  clothe  the  grass, 
And  lilies  beautify; 
Provides  a  kind  and  rich  repast 
For  ravens  when  they  cry; 

5 

Will  he  neglect  his  son, 
Altho'  with  sin  beguil'd, 
And  not  provide,  in  time  to  come, 
For  his  dependant  child? 

6 

No,  surely  saith  the  Lord, 
Ye  shall  my  bounty  share; 
More  choice  than  lilies,  grass,  or  birds, 
My  loving  children  are. 


151.    S.  M.  Kneeland, 

Doxology. 

GLORY  to  God!  on  high; 
On  earth,  let  there  be  peace; 
The  Son  of  God  came  down  to  die^ 
The  captives  to  release! 

2 

Glory  to  God!  above; 
Good  will  he  hath  to  men; 


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He  sent  his  Son,  fill'd  with  his  love. 
To  free  the  world  from  sin! 

3 

Glory  to  God!  alone; 
He  ever  is  the  same; 
He  takes  his  mourning  children  home, 
And  calls  them  by  his  name! 

4 

Glory  to  God!  be  giv'n, 
From  ev'ry  ransoin'd  soul; 
He  takes  his  ransom'd  all  to  heav'n; 
His  ransom'd  is  the  whole ! 


152.    C.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

Jesus  for  us  diecl 

WHO  dare  adjudge  the  sons  of  men, 
Or  scorn  the  poor  with  pride? 

Who  shall  the  ransom'd  saints  condemn3 
Since  Jesus  for  them  dy'd? 

2 

Why  do  we  doubt  or  stay  away? 

The  door  is  open  wide. 
Shall  we  not  see  a  heav'nly  day, 

Since  Jesus  for  us  dy'd? 

3 

Shall  vile  temptations  hold  the  mind? 

Since  we've  ourselves  deny'd? 
Are  we  to  sinfulness  incfin'd, 

Since  Jesus  for  us  dy'd? 

4 

O  let  us  serve  our  lusts  no  more. 

Our  folly  lay  aside; 
In  righteousness,  our  God  adore, 

Since  Jesus  for  us  dy'd! 


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153.    S.  M.       H.  Ballou, 
Faitk,  Hope,  and  Charity. 

NOW  faith  and  hope  abide. 
With  charity  divine; 
These  three,  to  us,  a  faithful  guide, 
With  heav'nly  lustre  shine. 

By  faith  in  God  we  stand, 
And  hold  the  promise  strong; 
Hope,  ent'ring  on  the  promis'd  land, 
Begins  her  joyful  song. 

3 

But  Charity  divine 
Inspires  the  soul  with  love; 
Plants  heav'nly  tempers  in  the  mind, 
And  anger  doth  remove. 

4 

She  kindly  suffers  long, 
Nor  is  provok'd  with  ease; 
And  tho'  condemn'd  to  suffer  wrong, 
Yet,  still  she  strives  to  please. 

5 

Forgiveness  she  displays 
To  all  her  foes  around; 
In  peace  pursues  her  golden  ways. 
And  lets  her  love  abound. 

6 

Lord,  may  this  matchless  grace 
Abound  in  ev'ry  heart; 
Help  us  to  run  the  heavenly  race. 
And  life  divine  impart. 


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154.    C.  M.         H.  Balloc. 

Godliness  with  contentment  is  great  gain.  1  Tim.  vi.  6 

THE  heav'nly  gem  of  sweet  content. 

Where  is  the  hallow'd  place? 
Millions  have  been  by  mortals  spent, 

Who  never  found  the  grace. 

2 

Some  till  the  earth,  some  plough  the  main. 

And  some  wear  golden  crowns; 
But  can't  the  heav'nly  treasure  gain: 

God  their  ambition  bounds. 

3 

Some  robe  themselves  in  war's  attire. 

And  gird  on  pointed  steel;  ' 
Then  home  without  content  they  steer,, 

And  disappointment  feel. 

4 

What  distant  isle,  or  continent. 

Contains  the  pearl  divine? 
0  richer,  far,  is  sweet  content, 

Than  gold  or  silver  mine. 

5 

Smooth,  beauteous  youth  and  wrinkl'd  age5 

Deplore  the  want  of  this; 
To  find  the  gem  they  both  engage. 

But  miss  th'  immortal  bliss, 
6 

In  godliness  alone,  we  find 

Divine  contentment  sweet; 
This  is  the  treasure  of  the  mind. 

Where  all  the  virtues  meet* 


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155.    L.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

Christ's  example  the  Way  of  Life. 

HOW  bright  is  thy  example,  Lord, 
How  plain  'tis  written  in  thy  word; 
There  shines  an  everlasting  sun, 
And  swift  the  traveller  may  run. 

There,  free  from  cares  and  worldly  noise, 
Ten  thousand  sweets  thy  saint  enjoys, 
Roses  and  spotless  lilies  blow, 
Where  living  waters  gently  flow. 

The  vulture's  eye  hath  never  seen, 
Nor  lion's  whelp  e'er  trod  therein; 
But  there  the  ransom'd  people  go, 
In  flow'ry  paths  on  eurth  below. 

4 

Thy  paths  drop  fatness,  dearest  Jjord, 
The  honey  of  thy  sacred  word; 
O  may  I  watch  my  faltering  feet, 
And  thy  example  always  keep. 


156.    C.  M.  II.  Bazlov. 

The  same. 

IN  the  example,  Jesus  gave, 

The  way  of  life  we  see; 
The  true  disciples  comforts  have, 

From  sin  and  darkness  free. 

2 

Here  living  vines  and  heavenly  trees, 

By  living  waters  grow; 
From  spicy  hills,  the  gentle  breeze: 

Perfumes  each  vale  below. 


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3 

On  bending  limbs  ripe  clusters  grow ; 

No  barren  fig-tree  found  ; 
But  all  around  white  lilies  blow, 

And  roses  dress  the  ground. 

4 

Thy  paths  drop  fatness,  dearest  Lord, 

There  may  I  travel  still ; 
And  learn  my  duty  from  thy  word, 

And  know,  and  do  thy  will. 

157.   C.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

A  prospect  of  Canaan. 

NOW  on  the  wings  of  faith  I'll  rise, 

Fair  Canaan's  land  to  see ; 
Its  spreading  fields  shall  bless  mine  eyes? 

My  heart  shall  joyful  be. 

2 

There  grows  the  blushing  lilies  fair, 
And  fruits  of  heav'nly  grace  ; 

Perfuming  odors  fill  the  air, 
And  Jesus  shows  his  face. 

3 

The  trees  of  life  in  order  stand, 
And  streams  of  mercy  flow  ; 

This  is  the  glorious  promis'd  land, 
Where  pilgrims  long  to  go. 

4 

The  ancient  prophets  of  the  Lord 

Beheld  this  heav'nly  land  ; 
And  by  the  spirit  of  the  word. 

They,  on  its  borders,  stand. 

5 

0  may  I  like  those  prophets  be, 
Nor  lose  the  sacred  way ; 
12 


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But  from  the  land  of  darkness  flee, 
And  find  a  heav'nly  day. 

6 

Dear  Savior ,  in  thy  path  divine, 
Guide  my  unstable  feet; 

And  cause  thy  saving  grace  to  shine- 
Give  running  waters  sweet. 


158.    P.  3VL  Kneelanb. 

The  Restitution  of  all  things.   Acts  iii.  21. 

COME,  then,  O  my  soul,  meditate  on  that  day, 
When  all  things  in  nature  God's  voice  shall 
obey; 

When  th'  trumpet  shall  sound!  the  dead  all 
arise! 

Ascend  up  together  with  God  in  the  skies. 

When  th'  gates  of  the  law  and  prophets  unfold, 
The  promise  therein  to  all  nations  be  told; 
Heav'ns'  arches  shall  ring!  the  Savior ,  appear! 
The  true  gospel  tidings  shall  reach  ev'ry  ear. 
3 

The  deaf  shall  all  hear,  the  dumb  shall  all  sing, 
The  blind  shall  discover  that  Jesus  is  King; 
The  lame  shall  all  walk  !  the  mourners  rejoice! 
The  poor  and  the  simple  believe  in  his  voice. 
4 

All  creatures  in  heav'n  and  earth  shall  revere. 
No  blind  superstition  shall  deafen  the  ear; 
Jesus  shall  be  crown'd  the  head  of  all  men! 


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The  peace  of  his  kingdom  shall  ne'er  have  an 
end. 

6 

Ail  sin  shall  be  clos'd,  transgression  shall  cease, 
All  nature  be  filled  with  Jove,  joy,  and  peace; 
The  victory  won!  rebellion  shall  fall! 
And  God,  our  Creator,  shall  be  all  in  all! 


159.    C.  M,  Kneeland. 

Faith  without  works  is  dead.    James  ii.  26. 

AS  when  the  spirit  leaves  the  clay, 

The  body  cannot  go; 
So  to  engage  and  not  to  pay, 

No  profit  can  bestow. 

2 

What  if  my  neighbor  pledge  his  faith. 

To  give  my  children  bread! 
Unless  he  does  the  thing  he  saith, 

His  faith  is  surely  dead. 

3 

What  if  we  vow  unto  the  Lord, 

That  we'll  obey  his  will; 
Unless  we  keep  the  sacred  word, 

We're  surely  sinners  still. 

4 

Faith,  like  a  covenant  firm  and  strong^ 

We  ever  should  regard; 
Altho'  we  may  endure  the  wrong, 

In  keeping  of  our  word. 


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160.  C.  M.  Kneeland. 

Unbelief  does  not  alter  the  Faith  of  God.   Rom.  iji.  3> 

WHAT  if  some  men  do  not  believe 

That  God  will  them  protect! 
Shall  want  of  faith  in  promises 

Make  them  of  none  effect? 

2 

Forbid  the  same,  Almighty  God! 

Let  it  be  rather  said, 
That  Thou  art  true  unto  thy  word, 

And  we  are  liars  made! 

•  _       ■ .  ;•'        $  •■  •  •  •■i^i-  - 
False  faith  in  man  can  never  prove 

The  things  believed,  true; 
Nor  disconcert  th'  eternal  plan 
Which  heav'nly  wisdom  drew: 
4 

But  should  we  fix  our  only  faith 

On  this  eternal  plan; 
In  spite  of  all  that  men  can  say, 

Our  faith  will  ever  stand, 

161.  CM.  Kneeland. 

Victory  over  Unbelief. 

AWAY!  ye  sad  desponding  thoughts, 

Ye  tempters  of  the  mind! 
Why  should  my  soul  be  made  to  doubt, 

When  Jesus  is  so  kind? 

For  me  he  drank  the  bitter  cup! 

For  me  he  shed  his  blood; 
For  me  he  groan'd  away  his  life, 

To  bring  my  soul  to  God! 


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3 

Not  for  my  virtue,  or  desert, 

For  deeds  which  1  have  done, 
He  works  salvation  in  my  heart, 

And  takes  my  spirit  home. 

4 

But  for  the  sake  of  sov'reign  grace, 

Descending  from  above; 
He  takes  my  feet  from  miry  clay, 

And  fills  my  soul  with  love. 

5 

And  will  my  Lord  withhold  his  love 

From  any  of  our  race? 
Will  he  respect  to  persons  have, 

In  giving  of  his  grace? 

6 

No — surely  this  cau  never  be, 

With  Jesus  Christ,  ray  Lord; 
Since  there  is  nothing  found  in  me, 

Deserving  such  reward. 

7 

This  is  a  faithful  saying,  sure, 

And  worthy  of  belief; 
That  sinners  Jesus  will  restore 

Of  whom  I  now  am  chief. 

162.    C.  M.        S.  Streeter, 

The  grace  of  God  which  teacheth  to  deny  ungodliness. 
Tit.  ii.  11,  12. 

BEHOLD  the  wond'rous  grace  of  God! 

Christ  Jesus  hath  appear'd, 
Who  doth  salvation  bring  to  all; 

By  all  shall  be  rever'd. 

Lo!  he  by  holy  precepts,  pure^ 
Examples  good  and  just; 

*  n 


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Teaches  to  shun  ungodliness, 
And  conquer  worldly  lusts. 

3 

To  live  a  sober,  godly  life, 
And  honor  Jesus'  name; 

Still  looking  for  that  blessed  hope9 
Th'  appearing  of  the  Lamb; 

4 

Who  gave  himself  a  sacrifice, 
To  ransom  all  from  sin; 

And  purify  each  ransom'd  soul, 
In  zeal  of  works  divine. 

5 

But  what  can  feeble  mortals  do, 
Dear  Lamb,  without  thine  aid? 

We  ask  the  all-sufficient  grace 
Of  our  victorious  Head. 


163.    S.  M.         S.  Streeter. 

The  Law  and  Judgments  of  God.   Ps,  xix.  7- 

TO  thee,  my  Lord,  I  bow, 
And  turn  from  sinful  men, 
Whose  vain  traditions  say,  thy  law 
Demands  eternal  pain! 

2 

Forgive  them,  gracious  Lord; 
They  know  not  what  they  do: 
The  life  and  spirit  of  thy  word 
Come  not  within  their  view. 

3 

Perfect,  O  God's  thy  law, 
And  doth  convert  the  soul, 
From  sin,  to  reverential  awe3 
And  all  its  acts  control. 


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)  a  ^   •  ••••  •  !  :• 

Thy  testimony's  sure, 
Making  the  simple  wise; 
And  from  this  blessed  blessing  store 
Doth  all  my  wisdom  rise. 

5 

Thy  statutes  and  commands 
Contain  the  sweetest  joy ; 
Thy  judgments  true,  in  ev'ry  land, 
Shall  sin  and  pain  destroy. 

6 

The  gold  which  doth  allure, 
And  ev'ry  costly  gem, 
Compared  with  thy  judgments  pure. 
Are  worthless  things  and  vain. 

7 

Not  honey  with  the  comb 
Affords  so  sweet  a  taste ; 
They  spread  abroad  a  sweet  perfume 
And  make  the  nations  blest. 


164.  S.  M.  $.  Streeter. 

Viewing  Christ  by  Faith.    Heb.  xii.  22,  23. 

LORD,  we  unite  our  hearts, 
And  humbly  bend  to  thee  ; 
While  we,  by  faith,  approach  the  mount. 
And  our  Redeemer  see. 

Lo,  in  those  brilliant  courts, 
Ten  thousand  angels  sing; 
And  human  spirits,  perfect  made, 
Their  grateful  tributes  bring. 

3 

So  help  thy  children,  Lord, 
Who  to  this  place  have  come  ; 


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To  join  their  hearts  and  voice  in  praise, 
For  life,  thro'  Christ  thy  Son. 

4 

Dear  Lamb,  come,  manifest, 
In  ev'ry  soul,  thy  love; 
And  make  our  penitential  hearts, 
In  swift  obed'ence,  move. 

5 

Grant  each  of  us,  dear  Lord, 
Sufficiency  of  grace: 
With  reverence  and  godly  fear. 
Acceptably  to  praise. 

6 

O  help  us,  Lord,  to  pray, 
Assist  to  hear  and  preach; 
And  bless  our  worshipping  this  day. 
We,  humbly,  thee  beseech. 

>  f 

And  when  these  days  are  o'er, 
Of  worshipping  below; 
O  may  we  learn  to  praise  thee  more, 
And  all  thy  councils  know. 

165.    C.  M.  S.  Streeter. 

The  goodness  of  God  leadeth  to  repentance.  Rom. 

NO  longer,  Lord,  do  we  despise 

The  riches  of  thy  grace; 
Nor,  like  the  vaunting  Pharisees, 

Boast  our  own  righteousness. 

3 

Now  we  behold,  with  deep  surprise^ 

Thy  grace  and  mercy,  Lord, 
Which  renovates  rebellious  souls, 

And  spreads  thy  love  abroad. 


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3 

Thy  goodness  grants  us  steadfast  hope, 
And  faith  that  works  by  love; 

It  drives  despondency  away, 
And  unbelief  removes. 

4 

Lord,  now  our  contrite  spirits  drop 

The  penitential  tear; 
Thy  goodness  gives  us  penitence, 

And  crucifies  our  fear. 

5 

Salvation,  thro'  redeeming  blood, 

(Deliverance  from  sin) 
Descends  from  thine  abounding  love 

Unto  the  sons  of  men. 

6 

Thy  goodness  makes  our  spirits  praise, 

'Till  flesh  and  sense  decay; 
Then  takes  our  souls  to  nobler  joys 

Of  an  immortal  day. 

166.    C.  M.         H.  Ballou. 

The  Sandy  and  True  Foundation. 

THE  house  that's  built  upon  the  sand 

Cannot  endure  the  storm; 
It  can't  the  wind  and  rain  withstand; 

Nor  safely  shield  from  harm. 

How  vain  are  mortals  who  depend 

On  duties  they  have  done  : 
And  hope  that  they  may  them  defend, 

When  days  of  trial  come  ! 

S 

O  that  we  might  be  truly  wise, 
And  build  upon  the  Rock 


142 


Where  hope  of  glory  never  dies. 
Withstanding  ev'ry  shock! 

4 

May  we,  O  Lord!  on  thee  depend, 

For  pardon  and  for  grace; 
For  our  support,  thy  Spirit  send, 

And  show  thy  lovely  face. 

167.  C.  M.         H.  B  allow* 

Faith  and  Hope.0 

ARISE  ye  saints,  expand  your  wings, 
Of  faith,  and  hope,  and  zeal; 

And  soar  aloft  to  heav'nly  things, 
Tq  Zion's  sacred  hill, 
2 

There  all  the  ancient  prophets  live, 

And  feed  on  heav'nly  meat; 
Such  water  too,  as  Christ  can  give, 

And  all  the  air  is  sweet. 

3 

There's  nothing  here  on  earth,  we  find3 

That  can  supply  the  soul; 
No  pleasant  relish  to  the  mind, 

Here  dang'rous  waters  roll. 

4 

But  there  the  living  streams  of  grace, 

From  Jesus  flow  along; 
And  there  I  see  his  smiling  face, 

And  join  the  heav'nly  song. 

168.  L.  M.  H.  Ballowo 

St.  Paul's  Exhortation. 


THE  exhortation  let  us  hear, 
Which  the  inspir'd  apostle  spake— 


143 


u  For  all  mankind,  in  humble  prayer, 
Give  thanks,  and  supplication  make. 

2 

66  With  God  our  Savior,  this  shall  prove. 
Acceptable  and  truly  good; 
Who  sent  his  Son  from  worlds  above, 
To  bring  the  nations  home  to  God. 

3 

"  Jesus  himself  a  ransom  gave, 

For  every  man  of  Adam's  race; 

That  he,  from  sin,  their  souls  might  save. 

And  renovate  them  by  his  grace." 

4 

Our  supplications  then  may  be, 
Thro'  Christ  our  Lord,  for  cv'ry  man  ; 
Since  Jesus  dy'd  to  set  them  free, 
He  will  complete  the  gracious  plan. 


169.    S.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

All  things  work  together  for  good,  &c.   Rom.  viii.  2S, 

ALL  things  shall  work  for  good, 
To  them  who  love  their  God  ; 
When  they  are  rightly  understood, 
His  comforts,  or  his  rod. 

The  Lord  will  act  the  part 
Of  a  kind  parent  dear; 
Tho'  he  chastise  the  froward  heart, 
He  makes  his  child  his  care. 

3 

Thro'  fiery  trials  then, 
We  may  be  call'd  to  go; 
And  feel  ourselves  submissive,  whenf 
By  love  'tis  order'd  so. 


144 


4 

To  God  all  things  are  known, 
He  rules  in  mercy  kind  ; 
And  he  that's  brought  his  God  to  own, 
His  mercies  sure  shall  find. 


170.    S.  M.  H.  Bjllou. 

We  preach  Christ,  &c. 

CHRIST  crucify'd  we  preach, 
A  stumbling  block  to  Jews, 
And  foolishness  unto  the  Greek; 
They  both  the  cross  refuse. 

2 

The  Jews  who  ask  a  sign, 
The  Greeks  who  wisdom  sought, 
To  signs  and  wisdom  both  were  blind — 
Wisdom  which  Jesus  taught. 

3^ 

But  the  believing  Jew, 
And  Gentile,  call'd  by  grace, 
Could  see  God's  pow'r  and  wisdom  too. 
Both  shine  in  Jesus'  face. 

4 

This  myst'ry  God  conceal'd, 
In  ages  past,  from  man; 
But  now,  in  Jesus,  liath  reveai'd 
Rich  mercy's  gracious  plan. 


171.    C.  M.  II.  Ballou. 

The  scriptures  not  the  work  of  man. 

THE  word  of  revelation  shines, 
With  pow'rs  of  light  and  love; 

Like  treasures  hid  in  richest  mines, 
Is  Jesus  from  above. 


145 


2 

Hid  from  the  vain,  the  thoughtless  eye,, 

The  golden  line  is  drawn; 
From  promises  to  prophecy, 

Thro'  dispensations  gone; 

3 

Thro'  dispensations,  yet  to  come, 

The  word  of  truth  is  sure; 
And  he  who  rightly  reads  may  run, 

And  learn  the  doctrine  pure. 

4 

Designing  men  could  ne'er  devise 

This  just,  impartial  plan; 
Such  heav'nly  wisdom  surely  lies 

Too  deep  for  mortal  man. 


172.    C.  M.  Kneeland. 
All  things  given  to  Christ.   Matth.  xi.  27.  John  iii.  3sL 

ALL  things  in  heav'n  and  in  earth, 

Possessing  mental  life; 
Of  ev'ry  nation,  blood,  or  birth, 

Are  given  unto  Christ. 

2 

All  things,  in  Christ,  Jehovah  made, 

For  him  they  do  remain; 
He  is  the  whole  creation's  head, 

And  over  all  shall  reign. 

3 

Thrones  and  dominions,  kingdoms,  powJrs^ 

Must  own  his  sov'reign  sway; 
Angelic  hosts  shall  him  adore, 

And  all  his  words  obey. 

4 

Thus  from  the  heights  of  heav'n  above> 
To  earth's  remotest  bounds^ 

13 


146 


O'er  all  things  that  have  pow'r  to  move? 
The  Lord  shall  reign  alone. 

173.    C.  M.  Kneeland. 

All  shall  come  to  Christ.    John  vi.  57 — 39. 

AS  all  to  Christ  the  Father  gave., 

Oat  of  his  boundless  love; 
So  he  came  down  the  whole  to  save. 

And  carry  them  above. 

For  Jesus  came  from  heav'n  to  men^, 

To  do  the  will  of  God; 
To  cleanse  our  souls  from  guilt  and  sin? 

And  spread  the  truth  abroad. 

3 

This  is  Jehovah's  sacred  will5 

Concerning  sinful  men; 
That  they  his  holy  laws  fulfil, 

And  dwell  with  God  again. 

4 

Christ  ne'er  will  lose  a  single  soul 
For  which  his  blood  did  pay; 

But  on  them  all  his  mercies  roll. 
At  the  great  rising  day. 


174.    CM.  Kneeland. 

Ye  are  bought  with  a  Price.    1  Cor.  vi.  20. 

TO  Jesus  let  us  prostrate  fall, 
Who  bought  our  lives  with  blood; 

Who  drank  the  wormwood  and  the  gaH; 
To  bring  our  souls  to  God! 


147 


2 

If  Jesus  have  such  mefcy  shown, 
And  bought  our  lives  with  blood; 

Then  surely  now  we're  not  our  own. 
We  do  belong  to  God; 

3 

If  Christ  were  sure  to  save  a  soul, 

When  first  he  shed  his  blood; 
Whate'er  will  now  prevent  the  whole 

From  coming  unto  God! 

4 

O  Jesus,  we  adore  thy  name, 

Who  bought  our  lives  with  blood; 

By  thee  alone,  salvation  ?ame, 
We  all  belong  to  God! 

175.    L.  M.  Kneeland. 

The  creature  made  subject  to  vanity,  &c.  Rom. 
19,  20. 

THY  children,  Lord,  perpetual  wait, 

To  hear  the  word  of  life  reveal'd; 

To  manifest  their  final  state, 

A  truth,  which,  long  has  been  conceal'd. 

Thou  mad'st  them  subject  unto  death, 
To  sickness,  sorrow,  sin,  and  pain; 
Thou  gavest  man  his  vital  breath, 
In  hope — to  take  it  back  again. 

3 

With  wants  implanted  in  his  breast, 
The  creature  found  himself  a  man; 
And  all  the  wisdom  he  possess'd 
Did  not  enable  him  to  stand* 


148 


Thus,  being  liable  to  sin, 
Thv  children  all  have  gone  astray— 
O  bung  our  wand'ring  feet  again 
To  travel  in  the  heav'nly  way. 

176.    L.  M.  Kneelano. 

The  creature  delivered  from  the  bondage  of  corruption,  &  c 
Rom.  viii  21. 

THY  children  Lord,  whom  thou  didst  make 

Subject  to  sin  and  moral  death; 

Of  vanity  they  all  partake, 

Of  every  nation,  blood,  or  birth. 

t 

But  glory  be  to  God  above, 
Who  doth  his  wanting  children  free; 
According  to  his  boundless  love, 
He  grants  the  captives  liberty. 

3 

From  sin  and  death,  and  ev'ry  ill, 
The  whole  creation  shall  be  freed} 
And  streams  of  goodness  flowing  still. 
Supplying  ev'ry  creature's  need. 

4 

Here  let  my  heart  begin  to  mqlt, 
While  I  the  love  of  God  record: 
O  may  his  goodness  now  be  felt, 
By  all  who  read  the  sacred  word. 

5 

Let  angels  strike  their  loudest  strings^ 
And  tune  their  notes  in  heav'nly  lays; 
Let  earth  and  all  created  things 
Combine  to  sound  their  Maker's  praise. 


149 


177.  L.  M.  S.  Streeter. 

All  the  Rivers  run  into  the  Sea,  &c.    Eccl.  u7, 

THE  rivers  all  which  glide  along 
And  rills  which  thro'  the  vallies  stray. 
Are  seeking  for  their  native  home. 
The  spacious  bosom  of  the  sea. 

Behold!  they  all  directions  go, 
Both  north  and  south,  and  east  and  west; 
Thro'  diff'rent  circumstances  too. 
Sometimes  confin'd  and  then  releas'd. 

;  3  .  f 

The  tallest  angel's  nervous  arm 
Cannot  retard  their  steady  course, 
When  mother  sea's  impellent  charm, 
Draws  by  attraction's  matchless  force. 

4 

Jesus,  the  Lord 's  a  sea  divine; 
Spirits  of  men  are  winding  streams, 
Which  flow  along  in  ev'ry  clime, 
Thro'  vast  variety  of  scenes. 

5 

Dear  Lord,  'tis  thine  attracting  grace 
Which  thou  in  men  dost  kindly  move. 
Which  purifies  our  sinful  race 
In  oceans  of  unbounded  love. 


178.    C.  M,  S.  Streeter, 

The  same. 

THE  passing  streams  that  flow  along 

Are  wand' ring  to  the  deep, 
The  bosom  of  their  native  homej 

Where,  finally,  all  meet, 
*13 


150 


2 

All  rivers  from  the  ocean  came, 
In  whom  they  once  did  dwell; 

And  all  return  to  her  again, 
But  yet,  she  is  not  full, 
3 

While  from  the  ocean,  they  must  pass 

Many  afflictive  scenes; 
Congeal'd  by  winter's  killing  blast, 

Restor'd  to  life  by  spring. 

4 

The  stream,  oiice  crystaiine  and  pure? 

In  filthiness  deprav'd, 
In  nature's  bosom  is  secure, 

And  in  the  ocean  sav'd! 

5 

So  did  proceed  the  soul  of  man, 

Primevally^from  God; 
And  rambles  thro'  life's  thorny  plaks? 

A  rough  and  tiresome  road. 

6 

But  Jesus  shall  their  pains  requite, 
Renew  and  bring  them  home, 

To  temples,  where  celestial  light 
Beams  one  eternal  noon. 


179.  S.  M.  S.  Streeter, 

The  same. 

ALL  rivers  in  the  earth, 
And  rivulets  that  stroll, 
Run  eagerly  into  the  sea, 
And  yet  she  is  not  full. 

2 

They  once  in  her  did  dwell, 
And  from  ber  fulness  came; 


151 


So  when  their  sep'rate  race  is  r*un(, 
Must  dwell  in  her  again. 

3 

Altho'  some  wander  north. 

Some  south,  some  east,  some  wesvt, 
All  do  meander  to  the  sea, 

An  equally  are  blest. 
~      1  4 

Yet  those  dependent  streams 

Can  neither  move  nor  run, 
Unless  the  sea's  attracting  pow*r 

Impels,  and  draws  them  home. 

5 

So  Adam's  sons  would  dwell 
For  ever  from  the  Lord, 
Were  they  not  to  his  bosom  drawn, 
By  love,  a  matchless  cord. 

6 

But  Christ,  who's  lifted  up. 
Will  draw  all  souls  to  God; 
Where  they  shall  hymn,  in  notes  divine, 
Hosannas  to  the  Lord. 


180.    L.  M.         S.  Streetee* 

The  gladdening  River.    Psalm  xivi.  4. 

BEHOLD!  a  spacious  river  flows, 
Whose  course  no  interruption  knows; 
Transparent  as  the  crystal  glass, 
In  limpid  streams  perpetual  pass. 

2  ' 
The  fountain  is  the  God  above, 
And  streams  are  his  unbounded  love, 
Which  does,  thro'  Christ,  the  Lamb  proceed, 
And  makes  the  holy  city  glad. 


152 


8 

Rejoice,  ye  ransom'd,  and  record 
The  boundless  mercies  of  your  Lord, 
Ye  are  the  city,  it  is  said, 
Whose  shining  light  cannot  be  hid. 

4 

Then  let  our  raptur'd  spirits  raise 
The  gladden'd  song  of  grateful  praise; 
Nor  more  permit  our  harps  to  be 
Silent,  upon  the  willow  tree. 


181.    L.  M.         S.  Streeter. 
Salvation  not  of  works.    2  Tim.  i.  9,  1Q. 
COME,  all  ye  tribes  of  ransom'd  man, 
Rejoice  in  Christ  the*bleeding  Lamb: 
Conspire  to  sing  immortal  praise,  ~ 
And  shout  the  vict'ry  of  his  grace. 

2 

5Twas  not  good  works,  which  we  had  done5 
That  mov'd  the  pity  of  the  Son; 
He  saves  by  free  and  sovereign  grace, 
The  vilest  sinner  of  our  race. 

3 

Eternal  life  was  hid  in  him, 
Ere  man  had  felt  the  pow'r  of  sin; 
But  manifested  was  to  us, 
When  Christ  for  sin  was  made  a  curse, 
4 

He  hath  abolish'd  death  and  sin, 
Those  enemies  to  God  and  man; 
And  thro'  the  glorious  gospel  bright, 
Immortal  life  hath  brought  to  light. 

5 

Ye  holy  spirits,  bend  to  him, 
Humbly  adore^  ye  sons  of  men; 


153 


Resign  to  him  your  ev'ry  cause; 
Love,  and  obey  his  hoJy  laws. 

6 

Enhance  the  tuneful  notes  of  praise. 
While,  wrapt  in  sweet  surprise,  ye  gaze  i 
The  fiead^  once  piere'd  with  keenest  painy 
Now  wears  the  royal  diadem. 

.,- 

182.    C.  M.        S.  Streeter. 
Christ  revealed  in  the  soul. 

GREAT  God!  before  thou  rent'st  the  vail 

Of  darkness  from  my  soul, 
How  did  my  persecuting  heart, 

In  spiteful  torrents  roll  i 
2 

But  struck  with  wonder  and  surprise, 
When  bright  resplendence  shone; 

When  to  my  soul  thou  didst  reveal 
The  beauties  of  thy  Son. 

3 

His  love  is  brighter  than  the  sun, 

And  as  extensive  too; 
Nor  Jew  nor  Gentile  does  he  leave 

In  their  abyss  of  wo. 

183.    C.  M.       H.  Ballou1. 

Unbelief, 

DARK  unbelief  strange  arrows  flings, 

And  doubts  awake  despair; 
Each  doubt  is  fraught  with  deadly  stings, 

And  unbelief  with  fear. 

When  man  gives  up  the  ghost  in  death , 
That  is  his  final  end; 


154 


Vain  is  our  hope,  and  vain  our  faith, 
On  which  we  now  depend. 

3 

Such  vain  imaginary  gloom, 

Doth  unbelief  invite; 
The  brightest  day  of  hope,  at  noon, 

Is  dark  as  silent  night. 

4 

O  cruel  thoughts  of  unbelief  ! 

Be  gone!  ye  doubts  and  fears! 
Lord,  grant  thy  doubting  child  relief, 

And  banish  all  my  cares. 

5 

Why  was  I  made  to  hope  in  God, 

And  pant  for  life  to  come? 
Why  didst  thou,  Jesus,  shed  thy  blood, 

If  not  to  bring  me  home? 

184.    P.  M.  Kneeland. 

The  Conquest. 

AWAKE  my  drowsy  senses  all, 

At  Jesus'  feet  submissive  fall, 

Who  conquers  sinners  great  and  small, 

By  his  eternal  love: 
He  bruis'd  the  serpent's  subtil  head, 
O'er  sin  and  death  a  conquest  made. 
And  laid  the  haughty  tempter  dead, 
That  he  might  ransom  ev'ry  soul. 

To  dwell  in  realms  above. 

He  took  the  persecuting  Saul, 

When  he  was  fill'd  with  sin  and  thrall, 

Converted  him  into  Saint  Paul, 

By  his  effulgent  light; 
So  he  will  ev'ry  sinner  bring. 


155 


lAnd  cleanse  their  souls  from  guilt  and  sin, 
That  they  his  praises,  loud,  may  sing, 
In  yonder  world  of  heav'nly  joy, 
Of  glory  shining  bright. 

This  is  a  faithful  saying,  sure, 

That  sinners  Jesus  will  restore:  > 

He  spilt  his  blood  to  make  them  pure, 

From  ev'ry  sinful  strife: 
He  gave  a  ransom  for  the  whole, 
And  on  them  all  his  mercies  roll;  # 
He  ne'er  will  lose  a  single  soul, 
F or  which  he  shed  his  precious  blood7 

To  give  them  endless  life. 

4 

Then  shout  aloud  his  praises  high! 
The  word  of  life  is  ever  nigh! 
For  Jesus  lives,  no  more  to  die! 

This  is  the  sacred  Word: 
At  God's  right  hand — a  glorious  seat! 
His  enemies,  beneath  his  feet, 
[n  humble  supplication  meet; 
Dispensing  pardons — lo!  he  sits^ 

And  reigns  superior  Lord! 

185.    L.  M.  Kneeland. 

\\\  things  are  possible  to  him  that  believe th,  Mark 
ix,  23. 

[F  Christ  did  not  possess  the  pow'r 
To  heal  the  sick,  restore  the  blind; 
kll  faith  in  him  would  be  no  more 
Than  placing  hope  upon  the  wind! 

2 

[f  Christ  does  not  possess  a  will 
To  raise  to  life  our  sinful  race; 


156 


All  faith  in  his  roost  matchless  skill 
Would  not  procure  the  needed  grace5 
3 

But  lo!  all  pow'r  in  Jesus  dwells, 
In  worlds  below,  or  worlds  above; 
He  came  to  do  his  Father's  will — 
To  fill  all  beings  with  his  love. 

4 

Then  unto  the  believing  soul, 
All  things  are  possible,  we  see; 
His  pow'r  and  will  all  things  control^ 
Bestowing  life  and  liberty. 

186.    L.  M.  Kneeland. 

I  run  not  uncertainly,  &c.   1  Cor.  ix.  26. 

WHEN  men  set  out  to  run  a  race, 
All  run,  and  hope  the  prize  to  win; 
But  one  alone  obtains  the  grace; 
And  this  all  know  when  they  begin. 

Thus  with  uncertainty  they  run; 
They  know  but  one  can  have  the  prize; 
Yet  eagerly  they  travel  on, 
With  fruitless  hope,  and  longing  eyes. 

3 

Not  so,  with  those  who  run  the  racer 
The  christian  race,  of  love  divine; 
We  know  that  all  obtain  the  grace, 
Who  do  the  gospel -mountain  climb. 

4 

Thus  not  uncertainly  we  run, 
Like  those  who  beat  against  the  air,; 
We  have  unto  mount  Zion  come, 
And  of  her  richest  bounties  share/ 


157 


187.    C.  M.  Kneeland. 

I  keep  my  body  under,  &c.    I  Cor.  ix,  27 

MY  body  under  I  must  keep, 

Subjected  to  my  mind; 
Lest,  like  a  lost  and  wand'ring  sheep* 

Destruction's  road  I  find. 

Lest  while  to  others  I  do  preach, 

The  glorious  gospel  day; 
The  way  of  peace  to  others  teach, 

My  life  is  cast  away, 
3 

My  railing  passions,  lust  and  pride, 

To  reason  must  resign; 
My  carnal  mind  must  be  deny'd, 

If  I  the  truth  would  find. 

4 

O  what  a  wound  my  life  would  bring 

Unto  the  brethren  all; 
If  I  should  end  my  days  in  sin, 

And  from  the  gospel  fall! 

5 

O  keep  my  feet  in  wisdom's  way, 

Help  me  to  walk  the  road 
That  leads  to  life,  an  endless  day, 
^  My  Savior,  and  my  trod! 


188.    S.  M.  Kneeland. 
All  things  are  of  God,  &c,    2  Cor.  V,  18- 


ALL  beings  are  of  God, 
In  heaven,  earth,  and  seas; 
They  all  obey  his  sov'reign  rod, 
And  yield  to  his  decrees. 
14 


158 


3 

Th'  unreconciled  race 
Are  called  by  his  word, 
And  reconcil'd  by  sov'reign  grace, 
Reveal'd  in  Christ,  the  Lord, 

3 

He  doth  to  us  impart 
The  ministry  of  love; 
To  reconcile  each  murm'ring  heart- 
To  dwell  in  realms  above. 

4 

In  Christ,  Jehovah  comes, 
A  sinful  world  to  save; 
For  sin  he  gave  his  only  Son, 
To  ransom  from  the  grave. 


1£9.    S.   M.  Kneeland. 

For  he  hath  made  Kim  a  sin  offering  for 
AN  off' ring  Jesus  made, 
In  flesh  all  sin  condemned; 
To  reconcile  each  human  grade 
Unto  the  Lord  again. 

In  Christ,  our  God  is  seen, 
Restoring  men  by  grace; 
And  not  imputing  death  and  sin 
Unto  the  fallen  race. 

3 

For  he  who  knew  no  sin 
An  off' ring  made  for  us: 
Our  heavy  wos  all  fell  on  him — 
This  was  the  legal  curse. 

4 

But  glory  be  to  God, 
Who  rais'd  his  spirit  high! 
By  him  all  nauire  is  restor'd 
To  iif£,  above  the  sky. 


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190.  S.  M.  Kneeland. 
It  doth  not  yet  appear  what  we  shall  be* 

NO  mortal  tongue  can  tell 
How- great  we  shall  be  made, 
When  all  unite  in  Christ  to  dwell. 
Our  great  victorious  Head. 

2 

When  Christ  again  appears 
From  lucid  courts  above; 
The  news  shall  sound  in  ev'ry  ear. 
Sweet  as  the  voice  of  love. 

3 

But  O,  what  sad  surprise! 
What  sorrow!  grief!  and  shame! 
Will  fill  the  Jews  astonish' d  eyes, 
When  they  behold  the  Lamb; 

4 

Whom  they  did  crucify, 
And  treated  ill,  with  scorn! 
Yet  for  their  sakes  did  Jesus  die; 
For  them  was  Jesus  born. 

5 

But  Christ  will  them  forgive; 
They  knew  not  what  they  did; 
In  him  shall  all  the  Gentiles  live; 
In  him  our  life  is  hid. 

191.  L.  M.  Kneeland. 
A  just  God  and  a  Savior.    Isa.  xlv.  21. 

AS  God,  all  merciful  and  kind, 
Bestow 'd  on  man  a  thinking  mind, 
And,  from  a  source  of  boundless  good^ 
Supplies  him  with  his  daily  food; 


160 
2 

What  doth  strict  justice  now  demand 
Of  us,  the  creatures  of  his  hand. 
But  to  be  reconcil'd  to  him. 
From  whom  all  life  and  comfort  spring?~ 
3 

And  is  not  reconcilement,  sure, 
A  saving  grace,  which  doth  procure 
Contentment,  happiness,  and  peace, 
The  height  of  joy,  or  heav'nly  bliss? 

4 

No  one  will  dare  these  facts  deny, 
Nor  any  other  method  try: 
For  should  we  pleasure  hope  to  gain, 
Without  content; — 'twould  be  in  vain* 
5 

Then  should  strict  justice  have  its  due, 
Amen! — would  mercy  echo  too; 
And  love  divine  would  willing  be 
That  justice  should  the  sinner  free. 

192.    C.  M.  IUeeland. 

The  wages  of  sin  is  death, 

WHAT  is  the  cause  of  moral  death? 

Of  misery  and  pain? 
Is  it  not  sin,  which  only  hath 

Rewards  of  guilt  and  shame? 

2 

But  what  is  sin! — my  soul  inquires, 

Producing  all  this  wo? 
Is  it  not  want  of  holiness? 

O  tell  me!  you  that  know. 

3* 

I  next  inquire,  can  God  produce 
An  end  without  a  mean? 


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Or  can  his  nature,  which  is  love, 
Join  in  effect  with  sin? 

4 

If  not— can  God  admit  of  pain. 
Without  th'  immediate  cause? 

Or  will  he  say  that  man  's  to  blame, 
Obeying  nature's  laws? 

5 

O  now  the  mystery  I  see — 

God  all  for  good  controls; 
The  guilt  in  us,  in  him  may  be 

Design'd  for  good  of  souls. 

6 

As  long  as  deadly  sin  doth  reign. 

Her  mis'ries  will  ensue; 
For  sin  produces  moral  pain; 

This  is  her  lqgal  due. 

7 

But  God,  the  Lord,  who's  full  of  grace, 

The  only  just  and  wise; 
Will  raise  from  sin  our  mortal  race. 

To  life  above  the  skies. 


193.    C.  M.  Kneeland. 

^   The  ministers  of  the  New  Testament,  not  of  .thc^ 
letter,  but  of  the  spirit. 

THESE  are  the  ministers  of  Christ, 

Call'd  by  unbounded  grace; 
Who  preach  eternal,  endless  life, 

To  all  the  human  race. 

2 

Not  with  the  letter,  or  the  sword, 

Do  they  assay  to  kill; 
But  by  the  Spirit  of  the  Word, 

With  life,  their  sermons  fill. 
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3 

Those  thunders  from  the  legal  hill, 

The  lightening,  fire,  and  smoke, 
May  strive  in  vain  their  life  to  kill, 

Or  to  destroy  their  hope. 

4 

But,  far  from  boasting  in  their  strength, 
(Akho',  in  Christ,  they're  strong,) 

To  God,  who  brings  them  home  at  length, 
The  glory  does  belong. 

194.    L.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

The  woman  clothed  with  the  Sun — Or  the  Gospel 
Covenant.   Rev.  xii.  1,  2. 

IN  heav'n,  behold  the  wond'rous  sight! 
A  woman  cloth'd  with  dazzling  light; 
In  beauty  rob'd  the  sun  she  wears, 
And  on  her  head  a  crown  of  stars! 

The  moon  beneath  her  feet  is  seen, 
In  r<jyal  state,  she  moves  a  Queen; 
Traveling  in  pain,  her  time  is  come, 
She  now  beholds  her  promis'd  Son. 

3 

This  woman,  fair,  of  lovely  face, 
Is  God's  blest  covenant  of  grace; 
Her  Son  is  Jesus,  who  must  reign 
'Till  all  his  mighty  foes  are  slain. 

4 

She  is  The  Lord  our  righteousness! 
Her  Son  the  same,  we  now  confess; 
And  in  this  covenant  we  trust; 
For  God  is  faithful,  good,  and  just. 


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195.  L.  M.  //.  Ballou. 

The  Great    Red  Dragon — Or  Monarchiai  Power. 
Rev.  xii.  34. 

ANOTHER  wonder  now  behold, 
Describ'd  in  prophecy  of  old! 
A  dragon  fierce,  his  color  red, 
From  whom  the  virgin  woman  fled. 

2 

This  dragon  was  the  civil  pow'r 
Of  ancient  kings,  rais'd  to  devour 
The  woman's  Son,  to  mortals  giv'n, 
But  God  receiv'd  him  up  to  heav'n. 

3 

With  persecution,  sore  oppressed, 
The  woman,  to  the  wilderness, 
Hath  fled,  until  her  time  is  come, 
When  her  dear  Lord  will  take  her  home. 
4 

Then  wait  ye  saints,  the  gospel  day, 
Her  months  will  quickly  pass  away; 
When  from  the  wilderness  she'll  come. 
Fair  as  the  moon,  clear  as  the  sun. 

166.    C.  M.         //.  Ballou, 
The  War  in  Heaven,  &c. 

NOW  warring  armies  meet  in  heav'n, 

Michael  is  arm'd  with  light; 
The  dragon  from  the  field  is  driv'n, 

His  armies  put  to  flight. 

No  more  the  pow'r  of  kings  shall  rage? 

Nor  persecute  the  saints; 
The  Lord  doth  for  his  church  engage^ 

And  answers  our  complaints. 


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3 

But  now  the  earthly  kingdom^  shake. 

The  earth  is  fill'd  with  wo; 
Proud  kings  and  monarchs  strangely  quake* 

And  dire  confusion  know. 

4 

Rejoice  ye  saints,  short  is  the  time. 

The  Lord  is  on  his  way; 
He  will  with  peace  and  lustre  shine, 

And  bring  the  glorious  day. 


197.    S.  M.         H.  Ballou. 

A  ntichrist. 

SEE  antichrist  arise! 
A  beast,  the  man  . of  sin; 
To  him,  the  dragon's  pow'r  complies, 
That  he  may  honors  win. 

% 

Nations  before  him  fall, 
And  worship  at  his  feet; 
While  on  this  antichrist  they  call, 
And  'round  his  altars  meet. 

3 

The  church  has  fall'n  away 
From  gospel  truth  and  grace; 
And  brought  the  dark  and  dismal  day 
When  Jesus  hides  his  face. 
4 

This  is  the  tempting  hour, 
By  which  the  world  is  try'd; 
They  have  deny'd  his  blessed  pow'r, 
Who  for  the  sinner  dy'd. 


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198.    C.  M.         II.  Ballou. 

The  Second  Death  ;  Or  the  falling  away  of  the  Chris  - 
tian  Church. 

,  WHO  thatmyst'ry  deep  can  sing, 
Who,  in  dark  sayings  skill'd, 
The  holy  word  from  darkness  bring; 
That  word  with  terror  fiU'd? 

The  Second  Death!  that  wo  of  wos, 

Dedar'd  by  God  to  men; 
Thdt  second  death,  which  blasts  his  foes. 

Whom  justice  doth  condemn! 

3 

The  Jews  to  whom  the  law  was  giv'n, 

Dy'd  by  its  powerful  stroke; 
Nor  could  they  rise  by  works  to  heav'n, 

Nor  break  sin's  heavy  yoke: 
4 

So  hath  the  christian  world,  in  strife^ 

Deny'd  their  Lord  and  God; 
\ndlost,  by  sin,  his  heavenly  life, 

And  trampled  on  his  blood. 

5 

iFhis  second  death,  beneath  the  beasts, 

In  darkness  long  has  reign'd 
The  prophets  false  are  lit'ral  priests, 

Who  have  the  Lord  blasphem'd. 


199.   L.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

There  is  no  power  but  of  God.    Rom.  xiii.  1. 
3ID  heav'nly  wisdom  give  to  man, 
V.  pow'r  to  disappoint  his  plan? 
Vol  God,  in  wisdom,  hath  deny'd 
Co  man  ambition,  pow'r,  and  pride. 


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2 

Dependent,  we  on  God  rely; 
If  he  withholds  his  hand  we  die; 
But  if  he  deign  his  help  to  give, 
We?  by  his  pow'r,  may  safely  live. 

3 

Thenlet  the  thought  be  banish'd  hence, 
That  our  v?eak  arm  is  our  defence^ 
But  on  the  Lord  we  will  depend, 
He  can  destroy  and  he  defend* 
4 

To  trust  in  God  is  life  indeed; 
The  Lord  supplies  our  ev'ry  need: 
He  will  his  richest  blessings  give, 
And  grant  that  we  in  him  may  live* 

200.    L.  M.        H.  Balloo. 

Query. 

IF  God  be  LorE;  why  should  there  be 
This  world  of  sin  and  misery? 
Can  a  pure  God  delight  to  see 
In  man  so  much  impurity? 

•t 

Would  a  kind  father  let  his  son 
In  folly  to  destruction  run, 
Had  he  the  pow'r  him  to  command, 
And  to  protect  him  by  his  hand?< 
3 

Oft  have  I  query'd  on  the  thought, 
Nor  was  it  to  conclusion  brought; 
Till  taught  of  God  I  understood, 
Evil,  by  him,  was  meant  for  good. 

4 

Tho'  sin  in  me  produced  guilt; 

Yet  Christ  his  precious  blood  hath  spilt, 


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To  cleanse  my  soul  from  carnal  mind^ 
And  hath  me  to  himself  resign'd. 

201.  L.  M,  H.  Ballou. 

We  are  all  the  offspring  of  God.    Acts  xvii. 

WE  are  the  offspring  of  our  God, 
All  nations,  made  of  the  sama  blood, 
Are  children  of  his  matchless  grace, 
Thro'  Adam's  vast  and  countless  race. 

2 

The  Greek  and  Jew  are  one  by  faith  ; 
Christ  is  the  head  th'  apostle  saith  : 
All  men  are  brethren  in  the  Lord, 
And  heirs  of  his  eternal  word. 

3 

Let  God  be  worshipped  and  ador'd  ; 
He  is  our  Savior  and  our  Lord  : 
Nor  let  our  honors  e'er  be  paid 
To  gods  which  mortal  hands  have  made. 
4 

Deliver'd  now  from  sin's  dark  night. 
Our  eyes  behold  a  heav'nly  light; 
The  Lord  will  on  his  Zion  rise, 
And  raise  his  offspring  to  the  skies. 

202.  S.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

God  the  centre  of  all  Goodness. 

IS  man  more  just  than  God  ? 
More  rnerciful  and  kind? 
A  creature  have  more  vital  good 
Than  the  Eternal  Mind! 

2 

Who  could  such  goodness  give? 
Where  is  the  fountain  found? 


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5Tis  in  oar  God  we  move  and  jive; 
Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd. 
3 

Could  a  kind  parent  steel 
His  heart  against  a  son, 
(No  pity  for  his  suff'ring  feel) 
For  follies  he  had  done? 

4 

Nor  will  the  Lord  so  prove. 
But  will  his  pardons  give; 
He  is  our  Father,  and  his  love 
Will  cause  the  dead  to  live. 

203.    L.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

The  wages  of  sin  is  death,  but  the  gift  of  God 
eternal  life.    Rom.  vi.  23. 

SIN,  like  a  cruel  tyrant,  reigns; 
Labor  and  wo  and  many  pains 
Attend  him,  nor  forsake  his  way, 
Obey  him  still,  by  night  or  day. 

2 

Deceived  mortals,  by  him  led, 
On  stolen  bread  and  water  fed, 
Labor  and  toil  with  tiresome  breathy 
Receiving  for  their  wages  death. 

3 

This  tyrant  flatters  mortals  on, 
They  thoughtless  to  destruction  run, 
By  sin,  that  deadly  poison,  stung, 
Their  senses  lost,  they  can't  return. 

4  • 

Where  is  that  balsam  to  be  found, 
T'  extract  the  poison,  heal  the  wound? 
Or  that  Physician  who  can  bring 
A  soul  from  death  to  life  again? 


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5 

The  grace  of  God,  in  Christ  reveal'd, 
|  These  deadly  rounds  has  often  heaPd; 
I  Jesus  is  a  physician  kind, 

To  raise  from  death  the  human  mind, 
6 

I  My  Lord,  my  God!  thy  grace  impart^ 
Distil  this  balsam  in  my  heart; 

!  O  raise  from  death  thy  long  lost  son, 
And  spoil  the  mischief  sin  has  done! 


204.    L.  M.  H.  Ballot 

The  vanity  of  worldly  honors. 

THIS  world,  how  full  of  labor  'tis! 
And  toil  and  pain  and  deadly  strife; 
And  yet,  from  all  this  toil,  there  is 
But  vanity  and  painful  life! 

2 

Kings,  sultans,  bashaws,  monarchs  greatv 
With  fiercer  warriors  by  their  side; 
Thro'  blood  ascend  to  thrones  of  state, 
Themselves  adorn  with  human  pride, 
3 

Negotiators,  wise  and  great, 
Deep  learn'd  in  equalizing  pow'r; 
Who  hold  the  balances  of  state, 
Their  words  preserve,  and  they  devour. 
4 

Now  states  advance,  now  kingdoms  rise, 
And  now  they  totter  to  the  ground; 
By  murd'rous  hands  a  monarch  dies, 
And  to  the  murd'rer  leaves  his  crown. 

5 

Fierce  legions  on  th'  ensanguined  field. 
Who  glory  in  their  shame  and  strife; 
15 


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With  courage  mad,  in  armor  steePd^ 
For  nothing  sell  their  youthful  life. 

6 

Let  kings  and  kingdoms  rise  and  fall 
And  share  the  destinies  of  fate; 
But  may  I  rise  above  them  all, 
The  gospel  all  my  glory  make. 


205.  C.  M.  H.  Ballou* 

Renouncing  earthly  pleasures. 

ALL  earthly  pleasures  I'll  forsake. 

Bid  carnal  joys  farewell! 
Myself  deny  for  Jesus'  sake. 

And  yield  unto  his  will. 

o 

I've  try'd  the  vanities  of  time, 
Have  felt  their  deadly  sting; 

I  will  not  call  such  treasures  mine, 
They  anxious  sorrows  bring. 

3 

These  sensual  baits  and  tempting  snares. 

Entangle  us  in  wo; 
Inthrall  the  soul  at  unawares, 

Nor  let  the  captive  go. 

4 

Dear  Savior,  to  thy  arms  I  fly, 

O  set  a  pris'ner  free; 
And  grant  thy  mercy,  or  I  die: 

Thy  mercy's  all  to  me. 


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206.    C.  M.  H  Ballov. 

The  vanity  of  earthly  things,  &c. 

BETIOLD,  what  poor  imperfect  things, 

We  mortal  creatures  are; 
Whether  the  beggars,  or  the  kings, 

As  light  as  empty  air ! 

Where  are  the  kings  of  Persia  now  ? 

Of  Egypt,  or  of  Rome? 
Vehement  winds  their  ashes  blow — > 

For  ages  past— -they're  gone  ! 

3 

And  what  are  thrones,  and  what  are  crowns 
>    But  toys  in  children's  play? 
A  fleeting  hour  this  wealth  abounds^ 
And  flies  as  soon  away. 

4 

All  things  on  earth  are  vanity: 

No  wholesome  water 's  found; 
No  healthv  fruit,  nor  living  tree, 

On  this  deceptive  ground. 

5 

Something  besides  myself  I'd  be, 

And  in  another  state; 
Where  I  could  find  that  living  tree, 

And  of  its  fruits  partake. 

Eternal  life!  this  fills  my  mind, 

While  I  myself  deny; 
AH  earthly  things  are  now  resign'd^ 

I'll  better  riches  try. 


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207.    L.  M.         H.  Ballqu. 

All  things  are  dross  in  comparison  with  Christ 

GO  search  the  fields  of  nature  through, 
Observe  her  various  works  and  ways; 
Learn  all  the  ancients  ever  knew, 
And  seek  for  worldly  wealth  or  praise: 

Put  on  the  crowns  that  monarchs  wear, 
High  wave  their  sceptres  in  your  hand; 
And  make  your  humble  vassals  stare, 
And  send  your  edicts  through  the  land: 
3 

Command  the  bosom  of  the  sea, 
To  waft  your  vessels  to  and  fro; 
Of  wealth  and  grandeur  hold  the  key, 
And  bid  your  armies  come  and  go: 
4 

Of  all  these  acquisitions,  say, 
Can  one,  or  all,  give  you  content? 
Or  can  they  lengthen  out  your  day, 
Or  stay  the  hand  of  death,  when  sent? 

5 

The  humble  soul  who  begs  his  bread, 
But  has  in  Christ  a  living  faith; 
Without  a  house  to  lay  his  head, 
In  peace  can  trust  what  Jesus  saith. 

6 

Nor  will  he  envy  ail  your  pride, 
Or  crave  the  wealth  by  you  possess'd; 
He  hath  his  carnal  mind  deny'd, 
And  enter'd  into  sacred  rest. 


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208.    S.  M.  Kneeland, 

The  vanity  of  earthly  enjoyments. 

HOW  vain  are  earthly  things! 
How  false!  and  yet  how  fair! 
This  world  no  solid  comfort  brings. 
If  love  be  wanting  there. 

% 

See  monarchs  richly  crown'd! 
With  vassals  at  their  feet; 
Their  fame  is  but  an  empty  sound; 
A  word  of  fond  deceit. 

3 

The  riches  of  this  world 
Are  but  an  empty  name; 
Just  like  a  story  vainly  told, 
Is  all  their  boasted  fame. 

4 

The  honors  men  bestow 
No  pleasures  can  afford, 
Nor  all  the  pomp  of  worldly  show. 
Without  thy  blessing.  Lord! 

5 

This  world  must  pass  away, 
Like  as  a  running  stream; 
And  life  itself  will  soon  decay. 
And  ev'ry  earthly  thing. 

6 

Dear  Savior,  lend  thy  wings, 
Prepare  my  soul  to  fly; 
To  soar  above  these  earthly  things, 
To  dwell  with  thee  on  high. 

t  15 


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209.  L.  M.        S.  Streeter. 

The  fool's  eye  is  in  the  end  of  the  earth-  Prov.  xvii.  24 

LORD,  what  a  stupid  worm  is  man! 
His  heart  is  cold,  his  thoughts  are  vain! 
Daily  supported  by  his  God, 
Yet  seeks  for  help  and  peace  abroad! 

2 

Return,  my  soul  the  Lord  confess; 
No  more  forget  thy  resting  place; 
Return  from  far  my  wand' ring  eye, 
For  Christ,  thy  Lord,  is  ever  nigh, 
3 

The  balsam  of  his  sov' reign  grace 
Runs  to  the  soul  that 's  in  distress, 
And  living  streams  of  richest  wine 
Are  poured  from  this  fount  divine* 
4 

Thro*  him  we  have  salvation  sure, 
Wrought  out  by  stream*  of  purple  gore, 
Which  from  his  bleeding  veins  do  run, 
To  bring  our  weary  spirits  home. 

5 

Theu  quickly  come,  Redeemer  dear, 
To  us,  from  glorious  courts,  appear; 
Angels  to  him  attune  your  lays; 
Ye  tribes  of  men,  burst  forth  in  praise. 

210.  L.  M.        S.  Streeter. 

The  contrast  between  wisdom  and  folly.  Prov.  Hi. 
17»  xiii,  5, 

MY  soul,  remember,  wisdom's  road 
Is  Jesus  Christ,  the  living  Lord. 


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i  He,  like  the  monarch  of  the  sky,  ' 
|  Beams  forth  resplendent,  far  and  nigh, 

c2 

\  Exhaustless  riches  dwell  in  him, 
! Transcending  ev'ry  costly  gem; 
'Substantial  joys,  celestial  flames, 
Reflect  successive  dazzling  gleams. 

3 

Aspiring  myrtles  shade  the  ground, 
And  golden  woodbines  twine  around  ; 
Unfading  laurels  bloom  therein, 
Surpassing  garlands  in  the  spring. 

4 

But  folly  !  O,  the  huge  contrast! 
A  deadly  gulf !  a  dreary  waste! 
No  blushing  rose  exalts  her  head, 
Nor  spotless  lilies  fragrance  shed  ! 

5 

But  grievous  thorns  and  noisome  weeds 
Infest  the  dungeon  wheTe  she  leads; 
Her  streets  are  'round  with  nettles  hung, 
Uer  putrid  streams  cool  not  the  tongue. 
6 

Lord  we  adore  thy  matchless  grace, 
That  guides  our  feet  in  wisdom's  ways; 
Our  grateful  hearts  would  loud  proclaim. 
The  countless  honors  of  thy  name. 


til.    S.  M.         S.  Streeter. 
Grace  superabounding  sin.    Rom,  v.  20,  21* 

WHAT  sorrows  seize  my  soul! 
What  anguish!  when  I  see 
Abounding  sin  run  thro'  the  whole 
Of  Adam's  progeny! 


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Lo!  all  in  darkness  bound. 
By  sin's  tyrannic  reign  ; 
And  drench'd  .in  death,  the  world  around^ 
Of  trouble,  fear,  and  pain! 

3 

But  sinners  dry  your  tears, 
The  mighty  God  adore, 
Who  doth  dispel  your  slavish  fears, 
Come,  trust  his  mighty  pow'r. 

4 

Where  sin  abounded  has, 
And  brought  tormenting  pain; 
There  shall  his  all  extending  grace 
The  victory  obtain; 

5 

The  serpent's  head  shall  break, 
And  make  an  end  of  sin; 
And  from  each  weeping  eye  shall  take 
The  flowing  tear  of  pain. 

6 

As  sin  has  reign'd  to  strife; 
So  grace  shall  reign  abroad, 
Thro'  righteousness,  to  endless  life, 
By  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord. 


212.    S.M.  H.  Ballov. 

Leaving  earthly  enjoyments. 

ADIEU!  all  earthly  things! 
My  soul  shall  mount  on  high; 
Those  courts  with  heav'nly  music  rings, 
And  pleasures  never  die. 


177 


2 

For  earthly  charms  no  more, 
My  soul  shall  vainly  strive; 
|  I've  made  the  gospel  all  my  store, 
Thence  all  my  joys  derive. 

3 

I've  sought  this  world  arouud, 
Some  solid  joy  to  find; 
There 's  none  that  grows  on  earthly  ground, 
That 's  fit  to  cheer  the  mind. 

4 

Then  come,  without  delay  , 
My  soul,  with  progress  rise; 
And  march  with  gladness  on  the  way, 
To  yonder  blissful  skies. 

213.    C.  M.  &.  Ballot 

Leaving  earthly  for  heavenn  joys* 

LET  not  my  heart*  O  God,  be  plac'd 

0*»  mortal  things  below; 
0  may  my  soul  refuse  to  taste 

Of  things  that  gender  wo. 

2 

Those  fleeting  joys  that  soon  decay, 

Are  pleasures  unrefin'd; 
They  please  the  sense  and  pass  away, 

And  leave  their  stings  behind. 

3 

But  O  the  joys  which  are  above, 

Are  everlasting  springs, 
Of  consolation,  peace,  and  love, 

Which  leave  behind  no  stings. 


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4 

Then  let  us  leave  these  earthly  toys, 

So  Tain,  and  so  impure; 
And  raise  our  thoughts  to  nobler  joys. 

To  joys  that  will  endure. 


214.    L.  M.  S.  Ballou. 

The  same. 

TH^l  best  delights  this  world  can  give 
Are  all  but  fading  vanity; 
While  in  these  things  thy  children  live. 
Their  hearts  are  dead,  O  God,  to  thee. 
2 

Our  hearts  would  bid  these  things  adieu. 
Had  we  but  eyes  to  view  that  shore, 
Where  joys  abound  for  ever  new, 
To  feast  our  souls  for  evermore. 

3 

Lord  to  thy  sons  let  faith  begiv'n, 
That  they  may  taste  and  see  and  snow, 
How  far  the  sweet  deHghtg  of  heav  n 
Excel  all  earthly  things  b  lowc 
4 

The  joys  which  we  on  earth  receive^ 
Are  transient,  and  will  soon  be  past; 
But  those  of  heav'n  our  souls  believe 
Will  ever  and  for  ever  last. 


215.    P.  M.  S.  Ballou. 

The  same. 

HOW  transient  and  how  vain 
Is  all  this  world  bestows! 
How  fleet!  how  full  of  pain, 
And  void  of  sweet  repose! 


179 


N o  earthly  thing  can  give,  I  find, 
Complete  contentment  to  the  mind. 

2 

When  death  approaches  nigh3 

The  unbeliever  fears; 

And  unbelievers  cry, 

And  wet  their  couch  with  tears, 
Not  all  the  wealth  beneath  the  poles 
Can  give  true  comfort  to  their  souls, 

fit*'    •  ■  '  -;  -    3  <  -  ■ 

But  heav'nly  things  are  pure, 

More  lasting  and  more  sweet* 

For  ever  will  endure. 

With  comforts  more  replete. 

Should  Worlds  be  wrapt  in  blazing  fire., 

The  love  of  God  would  not  expire. 

4 

Believers  have  a  hope 
Which  overcomes  their  fear; 
Which  bears  their  courage  up, 
When  death  approaches  near: 

Each  says,  O  come,  my  angel  come, 

Bear  me  to  my  eternal  home. 

216.    L.  M.  Kneeland. 

The  wicked  are  like  a  troubled  sea,  &c 

THE  wicked  are  a  troubled  sea^ 
Of  mire  and  dirt,  which  cannot  rest; 
When  none  pursue  they  often  flee; 
No  peace  nor  comfort  they  possess. 

2 

The  shaking  of  a  trembling  leaf? 
So  often  chases  them  away; 


180 


Their  souls  are  fill'd  with  wo  and  grief. 
With  fear  tormented  night  and  day. 

3 

But  when  the  sinner  is  set  free 
From  sin  and  wo,  of  ev'ry  kind; 
Bi/d  as  a  lion  for  his  prey. 
He  wages  war  with  carnal  mind. 

4 

Nor  will  he  give  the  battle  o'er, 
Uumi  the  enemy  is  slain; 
Hi>  captain,  Jesus,  goes  before, 
The  ?ictory  he'll  sure  obtain. 

217.    L.  M.  Kneeland. 

O  wretched  man  that  I  am,  &c. 

WHEN  I  behold  the  effects  of  sin, 

It  makes  me  think  how  vile  I  am; 

I  loathe  myself,  and  ev'ry  thing 

That  leads  my  thoughts  from  Christ  the  Lamb. 

2 

When  shall  I  leave  these  deadly  stings. 
And  with  my  Savior  soar  above 
The  vanity  of  earthly  things, 
Where  all  is  harmony  and  love? 

3 

My  Lord!  my  God!  my  Savior  dear! 
Redeemer  of  my  sinful  soul! 
Makeev'ry  heart  thy  gospel  hear, 
And  on  them  ail  thy  mercies  roll. 

4 

Then  shall  the  sinner  turn  to  thee, 
And  leave  the  deadly  works  of  sin; 


181 


His  humble  soul  shall  willing  be 
To  honor  God  in  ev'ry  thing. 


218.    C.  M.  Kneelanb. 
Address  to  the  sluggish  souL 

HOW  can  my  soul  indifferent  be 
To  Christ's  alluring  charms? 

What  can  I  in  creation  s"ee,  • 
To  wean  me  from  his  arms? 

Can  all  the  baits  of  carnal  mind 

A  fford  me  real  j  oy  ? 
Are  not  such  pleasures  all  inclined 

My  comforts  to  destroy? 

S 

My  soul,  arise,  and  leave  the  ground 

Of  sin  and  jarring  strife; 
In  God  alone  thy  help  is  found; 

He  gives  thee  endless  life.  . 

4 

Forsake  the  things  of  time  and  sense. 

To  God  obedVut  prove; 
He  calls  thy  wand' ring  spirit  hence^ 

To  taste  his  joy  and  love. 


219.    C.  M.  Kneeland. 
Sin. 

SIN!  O,  that  monster  of  the  deep! 

If  aggrayates  my  soul; 
It  makes  my  heart  in  sorrow  weep? 

When  on  me  it  doth  roll. 
16 


182 


2 

He  has  tea  thousand  ugly  forms, 

No  comeliness  at  all; 
He  preys  on  thoughtless,  heedless  worms. 

And  does  their  souls  inthralJ. 

3 

He,  like  a  lion,  fierce  and  bold, 
Seeks  whom  he  may  destroy; 

And  senseless  mortals  vainly  hold 
Themselves  in  his  employ. 

4 

O  God!  my  Savior  and  my  Friend! 

Defend  me  from  this  foe; 
On  thee3  alone,  I  now  depend, 

For  help  in  time  of  w  , 


220.    P.  M.  H.  Ballol. 

The  Pilgrims. 

WHY  all  this  speed,  ye  Pilgrims,  say: 
Why  travel  ye  that  thorny  way? 

What  comforts  in  it  can  you  find? 
Of  riches,  wealth,  and  honor  fair, 
With  us,  you  might  in  plenty  share, 

And  fill  with  joy  each  longing  mind. 
2 

Why  will  you  waste  your  time  for  nought? 
This  world  appears  not  worth  your  thought; 

A  moment  pause — turn  round  and  see — 
Here  nature's  gardens,  green  and  fair, 
With  sweetest  odors,  fill  the  air, 

And  pleasant  fruits  on  time's  fair  tree. 


183 


3 

We  once  sought  happiness  with  you, 
Before  the  pilgrim's  path  we  knew, 

In  meekness  ail  the  pilgrims  say; 
But  now  we  love  what  you  despise, 
And  hold  contempt'ous  in  your  eyes; 

The  call  of  God,  we  must  obey. 

4 

Therefore,  farewell,  all  earthly  things, 
To  health  and  honor  that  have  wings; 

O,  welcome  life  and  endless  joy! 
Our  path  is  plain,  our  fruits  lire  sweet 
Our  comforts  all  in  Jesus  meet; 

Comforts  complete,  without  alloy. 


221.    C.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

There  is  no  peace  to  the  Wicked. 

NO  peace  my  starving  soul  can  find, 

In  sin's  deceitful  way; 
No  pleasant  fruits  to  cheer  the  mind, 

Nor  light  a  single  ray. 

2 

A  guilty  conscience  gnaws  within, 
And  [  am  drox^n'd  with  grief; 

My  soul  abhors  that  monster,  sin, 
Dear  Savior!  grant  relief. 

3 

O,  ^hy  should  men  in  sin  remain? 

Why  walk  the  tiresome  way? 
Lord  may  each  sinner  grace  obtain, 

And  go  no  more  astray. 

4 

Hast  thou  not  promis'd  in  thy  word, 
That  sin  shall  finish'd  be? 


184 


Fulfil  thy  testimonies,  Lord, 
And  set  the  sinner  free. 

222.    C.  M.         H.  Bawov. 

Repentance. 

0$  IS  my  heart  of  marble  made? 

Cold,  stupid  here  it  lies; 
My  sins  would  make  my  soul  afraid; 

My  heart  my  God  denies. 

2 

Wretch,  that  I  am,  to  feel  so  hard! 

No  sparks  of  zeal  for  God! 
My  heart  with  iron  grates  is  barr'd; 

O,  melt  it,  Jesus7  blood! 

S 

Or  wilt  thou  tajke  the  stone  away, 

And  give  a  tender  mind? 
For  this,  O  Lord.  I  humbly  pray; 

O,  make  my  heart  mare  kind! 

4 

Then  gentle  streams  of  grac?  shall  flow, 
And  make  my  bowels  move; 

Mercy  extending  to  each  foe, 
In  gentle  streams  of  love. 


223.    P.  M.  H.  Bjllou. 

The  Union  of  Souls. 

HOW  sweet  is  the  union  of  souls, 
In  harmony,  friendship,  and  love; 
Where  th'  river  of  life  ever  rolls, 
From  th'  fountain  of  glory  above! 

2 

5Tis  sweeter  than  zephyrs  that  blow,, 
From  mountains  of  spices  afar; 


185 


Such  bliss  as  the  thoughtless  ne'er  know  ; 
More  rich  than  frankincense  and  myrrh. 

3 

As  rivers  meander  along, 
Melliferous  margins  display; 
And  in  their  confluence  grow  strong, 
Receiving  new  strength  on  the  way; 

...  4 
So  th'  honey  of  love  in  the  mind 

Makes  it  flow  in  desires  far  abroad; 

'Till  to  others,  by  love,  it  is  join'd, 

In  its  journey  of  faith  to  its  God. 

5  ' 

O  wisdom,  how  pleasant  thy  way! 
Thy  paths  are  all  pav'd  with  delight; 
Sweet  visions  of  heavenly  day 
Awake  and  enrapture  our  sight. 

6 

What  ample  provisions  we  find 
In  Zion,  the  city  of  God; 
And  wines  on  the  lees  well  refin'd, 
High  zested  with  heav'nly  good. 

7 

All  treasures  of  wisdom  and  grace 
Are  stor'd  in  this  union  sublime; 
The  bride  of  the  Lamb  shews  her  face, 
Enraptur'd  with  joys  all  divine. 

8 

Lord  help  us,  this  union  to  keep, 
By  watching  the  heav'nly  way; 
In  union  God  grant  we  may  meet, 
In  yon  bright  effulgence  of  day. 
*16 


186 


224-    L.  M.        H.  Bailqu, 

Psalm  133. 

HOW  charming  is  the  graceful  sight, 
Where  friendly  hearts  in  love  unite, 
Where  brethren  all  in  union  move, 
And  each  fulfils  the  law  of  love, 

2 

Like  holy  oil  profusely  shed 
On  Aaron's  emblematic  head, 
Where  ev'ry  pow'r  and  ev'ry  grace 
Reflect  the  charms  of  Jesus'  face. 

3 

Lo!  see  the  holy  ointment  flow. 
Perfumes  his  garments  far  below, 
An  emblem  of  that  heav'nly  grace, 
Which  sanctifies  the  human  race* 
4 

,rTis  like  the  dew  on  Hermon  shed, 
(The  spotless  flow'r  shall  raise  its  head) 
An  emblem  of  that  love  divine, 
Which  makes  our  virtues  all  to  shine. 

5 

'Tis  like  the  gentle  show'rs  that  fall, 
On  Zion's  mountains  great  and  small. 
Where  sweetest  zephyrs  gently  flow, 
Perfumes  the  vallies  all  below. 

6 

God  here  commands  his  blessing  sure, 
Long  shall  the  heav'nly  grace  endure; 
When  discord  long  forgot  shall  be. 
Brethren  shall  dwell  in  unity. 


187 


225.  C.  M.  H.  Ballou, 

The  same, 

HOW  good,  how  pleasant  'tis  to  see 

Brethren  in  union  dwell; 
This  is  the  gospel  mystery, 

Its  glories  who  can  tell? 

2 

Like  holy  oil,  or  ointment  shed, 

(With  all  its  rich  perfume) 
On  Aaron's  consecrated  head, 

When  odors  filPd  the  room. 

3 

Or  like  the  gentle  show'rs  of  rain, 

On  Zion's  sacred  hills; 
Descending,  water  all  the  plain, 

Where  fruit  the  valley  fills. 

4 

Blessings  of  life  for  evermore, 

And  joys  of  sweet  repast, 
God  hath  laid  up  in  boundless  store, 

Which  shall  for  ever  last. 


226.    S.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

The  same. 

HOW  pleasant  is  the  sight, 
Where  brethren  all  agree; 
And  love  divine  their  souls  excite 
_To  live  in  unity! 

2 

The  precious  streams  of  love, 
Like  oil  from  Jesus  flow; 
^heir  hearts  are  temper'd  like  the  dove*, 
Their  lives  no  discord  know, 


188 


3 

Like  Zion's  fragrant  hills, 
When  blest  with  heav'nly  dews. 
This  grace  the  air  with  odor  fills, 
And  life  and  joy  renews. 

4 

Lo!  here  the  Lord  hath  said, 
His  blessing  shall  remain; 
The  soul  that's  in  this  union  led, 
This  blessing  shall  obtain. 


227.    P.  M.  Kneeland. 

The  same. 

LO!  what  a  pleasant  sight 

Are  brethren  who  unite, 
And  strive  to  live  in  perfect  peace! 

Where  each  fraternal  heart 

Doth  act  the  friemlly  part, 
To  make  the  harmony  increase. 

5Tis  like  the  sun  most  bright, 

With  his  effulgent  light, 
Which  sheds  his  rays  from  pole  to  pole; 

Or  like  the  streams  of  love, 

Which  flow  from  God  above, 
Descending  down  to  ev'ry  soul. 

3 

'Tis  like  the  ointment  shed 

On  Aaron's  rev'rend  head, 
Descending  down  his  purple  robe: 

Or  like  its  rich  perfume, 

Which  graced  all  the  room, 
And  typify'd  the  love  of  God. 


189 


4 

Like  as  the  morning  dew, 

A  blessing  ever  new, 
Which  on  the  mount  of  God  descends; 

So  love  divinely  flows. 

Expelling  cruel  fot*s 
From  ev'ry  heart  of  faithful  friends* 

228.    P.  M.  Kneeland. 
I  am  nothing  without  love.    1  Cor.  xiii.  1,  2,  3, 

HAD  I  the  tongues  of  men, 
hm\  did  all  language  know; 
Or  with  angelic  strains 
Could  speak  to  men  below; 
Yet  without  love, 

0  God,  to  thee, 

1  cannot  be 

In  realms  above* 

% 

|rho'  I  could  prophesy, 
A. nd  myst'ries  understand; 
3  bid  the  mountains  fly 
Or  sink  at  my  command; 

If  love,  alas  I 

Does  not  abound, 

I  still  am  found 

Like  tinkling  brass. 

3 

Tho'  I  bestow  my  wealth 
Ho  feed  the  needy  poor  ; 
Or  sacrifice  my  health, 
My  neighbor  to  restore; 

If  I  impart 

Unwillingly, 


190 

1  cannot  be 
Happy  in  heart. 

4 

Tho'  in  the  height  of  zeal 
To  gain  a  martyr's  name. 
The  pain  of  fire  1  feel 
And  suffer  in  the  flame; 

Unless  I  feel 

The  love  of  God 

Shed  all  abroad, 

I'm  nothing  still. 

229.    L.  M.  Kneeland. 

Love.    1  Cor.  xiii.  2—8,  13, 

LET  others  boast  how  good  they  be, 
And  of  their  mighty  works  approve; 
Yet,  Lord,  we  humbly  own  to  thee, 
That  we  are  nothing  without  love. 

2 

Love  suffers  long,  in  works  is  kind, 
And  envies  not  another's  wealth  ; 
She's  blessed  with  a  noble  mind, 
And  is  not  puffed  up  with  self. 

3 

She  seeketh  not  her  own  estate, 
Nor  is  provak'd  without  a  cause; 
The  path  of  wisdom  she  doth  take, 
And  ever  keeps  her  holy  laws. 

4 

Of  others'  sins  she  ne'er  partakes, 
But  firmly  in  the  truth  she  stands; 
And  bearing  all  for  Jesus'  sake, 
She  ever  follows  his  commands. 


191 


5 

the  does  the  word  of  life  believe, 
(Hopes  and  endures  unto  the  end  ; 
And  by  the  grace  of  God  she  lives, 
(Who  does  to  her  his  graces  send. 

6 

3ur  faith  may  soon  be  lost  in  sight, 
Our  hope  may  in  fruition  end; 
But  love  is  God's  eternal  light, 
vVhich  shall  to  boundless  realms  extend. 

230.    L.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

The  blessings  of  society, 

HOW  many  blessings  we  receive, 
Kind  friends  and  neighbors  ail  around; 
In  sweet  society  we  live, 
Of  enemies,  but  few  are  found. 

How  kind  are  hearts  in  friendship  join'd, 
How  pleasant  is  a  neighbor's  face! 
In  such  society  is  found 
The  sweets  of  love,  the  fruits  of  grace. 
3 

Then  let  our  friendship  ail  be  pure, 
With  honest  hearts  improve  our  joy; 
In  adverse  scenes,  'twill  still  endure, 
Unmingled  sweets  without  alloy. 

4 

While  to  the  poor  the  rich  impart, 
With  labor  they'll  the  debt  repay; 
Then  all  may  strive,  with  faithful  hearts, 
To  kcepjn  friendship's  heav'nly  way. 


192 


231.  C.  M.         //.  Ballou, 

Heavenly  union. 

WHY  do  not  saints  an  union  form? 

In  christian  love  unite? 
And  strive  the  gospel  to  adorn, 

With  works  of  truth  and  light? 

2 

0  could  the  fire  of  love  consume 
Those  creeds  that  disunite! 

And  could  the  word  of  truth  illume, 
And  give  us  perfect  tight! 

.3 

Then  should  we  all  in  union  join, 
To  war  with  lust  and  pride, 

In  love  and  harmony  combine. 
In  him  who  for  us  dy'd. 

4 

1  long  to  see  that  heav'nly  day, 
When  love  shall  more  abound; 

And  saints  together  meet  to  pray, 
And  discord  not  be  found. 

232.  P.  M.  Kneelanb. 

Love  and  Unity, 

COME,  brothers,  sisters,  all, 
And  let  us  joyful  be  ; 
Attend  the  Savior's  call  ; 
He  calls  aloud  for  thee. 

The  love  of  God 

Is  all  his  theme  ; 

O,  let  his  name 

Bespread  abroad! 


193 


2 

The  Lord  our  God  is  om, 
From  past  eternity; 
Thro'  endless  years  to  come9 
Unalter'd  he  will  be. 

Love  is  his  name? 

His  nature  too, 

In  ev'ry  view, 

Is  still  the  same* 

3 

Love  surely  cannot  hate, 
Nor  mercy  cruel  prove;. 
Nor  wisdom  reprobate 
The  object  of  its  love. 

Justice  and  grace 

Unite  in  one, 

To  welcome  home 

The  fallen  race. 

4 

The  attributes  of  God? 
In  him,  do  all  agree  ; 
According  to  his  word, 
To  set  the  sinner  free; 

To  all,  his  ways 

Are  just  the  same  ; 

(X  let  his  name 

Have  endless  praise! 

5 

Then  let  us  all  combine, 
Our  Savior  to  adore; 
In  union,  let  us  join, 
And  sing  his  praises  more* 

In  realms  above  * 

The  angels  sing; 

17 


194 


To  ev'ry  thing 

The  Lord  is  LOVE  I 

233.  L.  M.  S.  Ballou. 

Love  and  Harmony, 

HOW  pleasing  is  the  lovely  sight! 
O,  how  it  does  ray  soul  delight! 
To  see  the  sons  of  light  agree, 
And  live  in  social  harmony! 

How  blest  is  that  fraternal  band, 
Who  do  in  sweet  agreement  stand; 
Where  ev'ry  heart  can  sympathize, 
When  blessings  flow  or  troubles  rise! 

3 

Endue  each  heart,  O  God,  to  be 
One  of  this  blest  fraternity; 
With  moral  goodness  to  remain, 
Where  peace  and  love  and  friendship  reign. 
4 

Faith  is  thy  gift,  almighty  Lord, 
From  faith  in  thy  sure  promis'd  word, 
And  from  the  hope  of  heav'nly  things, 
This  social  love  and  union  springs. 

234.  S.  M.  S.  Ballou. 

Love,  the  way  to  heaven. 

HOW  holy  is  the  ground. 
On  which  the  brethren  stand  ; 
Where  love  in  ev'ry  heart  is  found, 
Fulfilling  God's  command! 


195 


2 

This  is^  divinely  good, 
The  path  that  Jesus  trod; 
For  if  we  love  the  brotherhood, 
We  imitate  our  God. 

3 

5Tis  like  the  joys  above, 
A  heav'nly  place  below; 
Where  ev'ry  bosom  swells  with  love, 
And  peace  like  rivers  flow. 

4 

'    These  are  the  fruits  of  fait  h 

And  hope  of  joys  to  come; 
Blessings  divine  attend  this  path, 

Thro'  all  our  journey  home. 

235.    L.  M.  S.  Ballok. 

Professions  nothing  without  Love. 

WHERE  no  benevolence  is  found, 
Professions  are  an  empty  soun  d; 
Whatever  men  pretend  to  be 
Is  nothing  without  charity. 

2 

Should  I  bestow  my  goods  to  feed 
The  hungry  poor,  who  stand  in  neqd; 
What  profit  can  it  be  to  me, 
When  I  am  void  of  charity? 

3 

Men  for  the  name  of  being  good, 
May  feed  the  poor  and  spill  their  b  lood; 
And  yet,  in  all  their  fair  pretence^ 
Be  void  all  of  benevolence. 


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4 

Kind  chanty  will  suffer  long, 
Will  envy  not,  will  do  no  wrong; 
Nor  boasting  self-conceit  nor  pride, 
In  her  dear  bosom  can  abide. 

5 

How  lovely,  gentle,  meek,  and  clean, 
lb  her  behavior  and  her  mein! 
In  false  reports  she  has  no  voice, 
But  in  the  truth  she  does  rejoice. 

6 

Now  where  true  faith  and  hope  abide, 
There  does  benevolence  reside; 
But  O,  the  greatest  of  the  three 
Is  spotless,  white-rob'd  charity! 


236.    C.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

Joys  of  heaven  on  the  return  of  sinners, 

TH'  increasing  joys,  O,  who  can  tell, 

Or  pleasures  of  the  place, 
Where  all  the  holy  angels  dwell! 

At  the  surprising  grace, 

Which  brings  the  sinners  home  to  God, 

With  penitential  cries; 
And  by  the  all  atoning  blood, 

Gives  life  that  never  dies? 

3 

They  shout  the  vict'ries  of  their  King. 

And  glory  in  his  grace, 
Which  doth  a  conqner'd  rebel  bring 

To  bow  before  his  face. 


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4 

If  one  returning  prodigal 
Should  make  the  angels  sing; 

What  holy  joys  would  heaven  fill, 
Should  Christ  his  millions  bring? 


237.  C.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

The  innumerable  multitude.    Rev.  vii.  9,  &c. 

BEHOLD  on  Zion's  heav'nly  shore, 

A  vast  and  shining  band; 
Which  can't  be  told,  or  number'd  o'er, 

In  glorious  order  stand! 

From  earth's  remotest  bounds  they  came, 

From  tribulations  great; 
And  thro'  the  vict'ries  of  the  Lamb, 

They've  reach'd  the  heav'nly  state. 
3 

Their  robes  they've  wash'd  in  Jesus'  blood 

From  ev'ry  spot  of  sin  ; 
They  stand  before  the  throne  of  God, 

And  of  his  mercies  sing. 

4  . 

Hunger  and  thirst  they  know  no  more, 

From  burning  heats  refresh'd; 
The  Lamb  shall  feed  them  from  his  store, 

And  give  them  endless  rest. 

5 

To  living  streams  of  heav'nly  joy, 

Jesus  shall  lead  his  flock; 
To  drink  fresh  draughts  is  their  employ. 

From  Christ,  th'  eternal  Rock. 

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6 

God  all  their  tears  shall  wipe  away. 
And  they  his  wonders  tell; 

While  in  his  temple  they  shall  stay. 
And  God  with  them  shall  dwell. 


238.  L.  M.  H.  Ballov* 

Universal  worship.    Rev.  v.N  13. 

BEHOLD!  the  visions  brighter  grow? 
Beyond  what  beasts,  or  elders  know. 
They  wondering  stand  with  sweet  delight^ 
While  glories  beam  upon  their  sight! 

°l 

Jesus  the  pow'r  of  grace  displays, 
The  four-and-twenty  statid  and  gaze5 
While  all  the  sons  of  Adam's  loin, 
Now  to  the  gospel  grace  resign. 

3 

From  heaven,  earth,  and  from  the  sea? 
The  mighty  hosts  assembled  be; 
And  with  one  voice  are  heard  to  sing 
The  glories  of  their  heav'nly  King. 

4 

Now  beasts  and  elders  both  unite, 
To  make  his  praises  their  delight; 
The  vision  saith  this  sweet  employ 
Shall  fill  the  universe  with  joy. 

239.  C.  M.        H.  Ballot 

The  same,  &c. 

HOW  glorious  was  the  vision  bright^ 
Transcending  ev'ry  thought; 


199 


Which  beam'd  on  beasts  and  elders  sight^ 
And  heav'nly  worship  wrought. 

2 

Millions  of  angels  round  the  throne, 

With  harps  attun'd  to  praise; 
There,  sing  the  wonders  God  has  done, 

In  joy  inspiring  lays. 

3 

And  now  the  prayers  of  all  the  saints 

Perfume  the  throne  of  God; 
While  grace  divine  ends  their  complaints^ 

With  all  atoning  blood. 

4 

The  pow'rs  of  grace  are  now  display'd, 

The  vict'ry  is  complete; 
And  reconciliation  made — 

All  bow  at  Jesus'  feet. 

5 

Now  cv'ry  creature  tries  to  tell 

The  honors  of  their  King; 
Pis  glories  in  their  anthems  swell. 

And  all  his  praises  sing. 

6 

Now  beasts  and  elders  both  unite 

In  the  divine  employ; 
While  Jesus  fills,  with  sweet  delight, 

The  universe  with  joy. 

240.    S.  M.         H.  Ballqu. 
From  Watts.    Psalm  98. 

JOY  to  the  world  below! 
The  Lord  himself  h  come; 


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Let  mighty  kings  before  him  bow, 
And  monarchs  give  him  room. 

2 

Joy  to  the  earth  he  brings, 
And  angels  shout  his  praise; 
Let  ev'ry  soul  an  anthem  sing, 
In  heav'n  inspired  lays. 

3 

Far  as  the  curse  is  found, 
He  makes  his  blessings  flow; 
Thorns  shall  no  more  infest  the  ground, 
Nor  man  his  sorrows  know. 

4 

He  rules  with  truth  and  grace, 
And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteousness. 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 

241.    C.  M.         H.  Ballou. 

Parody  on  Dr.  Watts'  2d  Hymn,  2d  Book. 

MY  thoughts  on  heav'nly  subjects  roll, 

Salvation  and  the  dead  ; 
What  pleasures  seize  a  ransom'd  soul 

Upon  a  dying  bed! 

2 

By  faith  she  stands  upon  the  shores, 

Impatient  with  delay; 
Till,  like  an  eagle,  upward  soars, 

Rejoicing  on  her  way. 

3 

Then  swift  and  graceful  she  ascends, 
Up  to  the  heav'nly  coast  ; 

Where  millions  'round  the  altar  bend- 
She  joins  the  heav'nly  host. 


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4 

There  num'rous  crowds  of  ransom'd  are 
And  light  illumes  the  place; 

Where  joyful  praise  is  all  their  care, 
Expecting  future  grace. 

5 

They  shout  the  vict'ry  thro'  the  blood. 

Which  for  all  sin  atones; 
Thro*  the  compassion  of  a  God, 

Who  hearken' d  to  their  groans. 

6 

O  what  surprising  grace  we  find 

In  God,  our  Savior  dear! 
A  God  all  merciful  and  kind, 

In  death,  can  banish  fear. 

242.    S.  M.       H,  Ballou. 

The  joys  of  heaven  anticipated. 

WHO  dare  attempt  to  sing 
The  joys  of  heav'n  to  come, 
When  Jesus,  our  eternal  King, 
Brings  all  his  ransom'd  home? 

2 

If  from  some  distant  shoTe 
One  exile  should  be  free; 
To  favor  be  receiv'd  once  more; 
Millions  would  joyful  be. 

I 

Who  then  can  stretch  a  thought 
To  half  the  joys  above, 
When  Adam's  exil'd  race  is  brought. 
And  fill'd  with  Jesus'  love? 


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4 

No  discord  shall  be  found 
On  that  celestial  shore; 
Love  shall  with  ev'ry  grace  abound, 
And  all  shall  God  adore. 

5 

No  different  creeds  shall  there 
Disturb  immortal  peace; 
But  union  shall  be  all  their  care, 
And  boundless  be  their  bliss. 

6 

O  give  me  wings  to  fly, 
To  Zion  that's  above; 
Bright  is  the  sun,  serene  the  sky, 
u  And  all  the  air  is  love." 

243.    P.  M.         S.  Streeter. 

Rejoicing.      Sol.  Songs,  ii,  10 — 13. 

HARK!  hear  the  Savior's  call; 
And  listen  to  his  voice: 
He  speaks  in  words  of  love; 
Come,  let  your  hearts  rejoice. 

Lo,  mine  thou  art, 

And  I  am  thine, 

A  friend  divine: 

I  grace  impart. 

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Lo,  winter  has  resign' d, 
His  chilling  frosts  are  past; 
And  beating  storms  of  rain 
Are  o'er  and  gone  at  last. 

A  calm  serene 

Now  gives  you  rest: 


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In  me  you're  blest, 
With  joy  supreme. 

3 

The  vernal  season's  come. 
Sweet  blooming  flow'rs  appear; 
A  matchless  robe  of  green 
Now  doth  all  nature  wear. 

Thus  you're  redeem'd 

From  sin  and  strife, 

To  endless  life, 

By  me  your  Friend. 

4 

The  fig-tree  blooms  and  bears, 
Her  figs  all  fresh  and  green; 
And  grapes  on  fruitful  vines 
Are  in  rich  clusters  seen. 

To  Adam's  race 

I've  given  peace, 

And  made  them  trees 

Of  righteousness. 

5 

Lo,  plumous  songsters  sing, 
In  symphony  around! 
And  in  this  happy  land 
The  turtle's  voice  doth  sound. 

From  warbling  lays, 

The  world  around 

Doth  sweetly  sound 

The  song  of  praise. 

6 

But  from  redeeming  love. 
Thy  greatest  bliss  I  bring: 
I  am  the  life  and  joy 
Of  an  immortal  spring. 


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I  am  your  grace; 
In  me  you've  peace; 
O  never  cease 
To  sing  my  praise. 

244.    P.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

Praise  to  the  Redeemer. 

GRACE,  'tis  a  sweet,  a  charming  theme. 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jesus'  name, 
I  would  for  ever  sing  his  fame, 
I  would  aloud  his  praise  proclaim 
To  all  created  nature. 

He  saw  me  ruin'd  in  my  sin, 
He  felt  his  pity  move  within, 
He  spilt  his  blood  to  wash  me  clean, 
He  brought  me  back  to  God  again — 
I'll  praise  his  name  for  ever. 

3 

Ye  saints,  upon  mount  Zion's  hit], 
The  heav'nly  anthem  try  to  swell. 
And  ev'ry  note  of  music  fill, 
In  praises  of  Immanuel, 

Who  gave  himself  your  ransom. 

4 

O  that  ye  sons  of  Israel  knew, 
The  woman's  Seed  was  bruis'd  for  you! 
Then  you  his  glories  would  pursue, 
And  drink  of  pleasures  ever  new, 
And  shout  the  great  redemption, 
5 

Ye  sinner?  of  the  Gentile  throng, 
Come,  bear  the  music  on  your  tongue, 
And  consecrate  him  in  your  song, 


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And  tell  the  wonders  he  has  done. 
By  reconciliation. 

6 

O  that  all  people  high  and  low 
Might  come,  the  Savior's  grace  to  know, 
And  taste  the  streams  of  love  that  flow, 
And  by  their  practice  try  to  show, 
They  love  the  great  Redeemer. 

7 

Come,  brothers,  sisters,  hand  in  hand, 
All  join'd  in  one  harmon'ous  band, 
And,  by  God's  grace,  we'll  pray  to  stand, 
And  travel  to  the  heav'nly  land, 
Of  promise,  and  of  glory. 

8 

When  we  get  on  th'  eternal  shore, 
Then  we  shall  sin  and  sigh  no  more, 
B'ing  wash'd  from  all  our  sins  before., 
We  ever  shall  with  joy  adore 
The  grace  which  did  redeem  us. 

9 

Ye  angels  of  the  upper  sky, 
O  praise  him  who  was  born  to  die, 
And  at  a  humble  distance  lie, 
And  ev'ry  golden  organ  try, 
In  praise  of  my  Redeemer. 

10 

Then  fiercer  burn  the  holy  fire, 
Ye  angels,  tune  your  organs  high'r. 
And  saints  upon  the  golden  lyre, 
Ail  join  in  concert  to  admire 
A  world  from  sin  redeemed, 
18 


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245.    C.  M.  H.  Ballob. 

The  winter  of  the  Law,  and  the  spring  of  the  Gospel 

THE  winter  of  the  law  is  gone, 

The  spring  doth  now  appear; 
The  turtle  tunes  her  lovely  song, 

And  hails  the  new  born  year. 

2 

Behold  the  field  and  meadows  fair, 

With  sweetest  flowers  drest; 
While  grace  with  fragrance  fills  the  air, 

And  makes  all  nations  blest. 

3 

How  fragrant  is  the  blooming  vine, 

The  figtree's  fresh  and  fair; 
Bright  emblems  of  that  grace  divine, 

These  temp'ral  tokens  are. 

4 

Meand'ring  streams,  from  ice  and  snow, 

In  gentle  rivers,  run; 
Rejoicing  to  their  fountain  go, 

AH  ransom'd  by  the  sun. 


246.    S.  M.  H.  Ballov. 

The  day  of  rest. 

IN  songs  of  highest  praise, 
We  shout  the  day  divine; 
Which  dawning  now  with  heav'nly  rays, 
Shall  soon  with  lustre  shine. 

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Dark  clouds  shall  pass  away, 
And  light  shall  fast  increase, 
'Till  us,  the  pow'r  of  perfect  day, 
From  darkness  shall  release. 


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3 

This  is  the  day  of  rest, 
Prefigur'd  by  the  law; 
This  day  shall  make  all  nations  blest, 
This  day  the  prophets  saw. 

4 

This  day  shall  finish  sin, 
(Ye  saints,  your  voices  raise) 
Shall  gather  all  the  outcast  in, 
To  sing  eternal  praise. 


247.    C.  M.  H.  Ballot. 

The  Prodigal  returned. 

BEHOLD  the  prodigal  return! 

With  joy  the  father  flies; 
Parental  love  with  ardor  burns, 

Compassion  fills  his  eyes. 

2 

Low  bending  at  his  father's  feet, 
The  long  lost  child  is  brought: 

The  father  leaps  his  child  to  meet, 
Who  sold  himself  for  nought. 

3 

His  filthy  garments  now  remove, 

The  father  gives  command; 
Costly  array  the  child  I  love, 

My  ring  put  on  his  hand. 

4 

Now  let  the  fatted  calf  be  kill'd, 

And  let  our  joys  abound; 
My  hungry  son  shall  now  be  fill'd, 

My  long  lost  son  is  found. 


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248.    C.  M.  Kneeland. 

Heavenly  joy  on  earth 

COME,  all  ye  saints,  who  love  the  Lord, 

With  melody  divine 
Tune  ev'ry  harp  in  sweet  accord, 

And  all  in  concert  join. 

Proclaim  abroad  your  sacred  joy, 

To  earth's  remotest  bounds; 
In  heavenly  notes,  your  tongues  employ, 

In  symphony  of  sounds. 

3 

Let  ev'ry  doubt  and  slavish  fear 

Be  banish'd  from  the  mind  ; 
While  joyful  songs  our  spirits  cheer, 

We'll  trust  the  Lord  is  kind. 

4 

This  is  the  hill  of  Zion,  sure, 

Where  pilgrims  long  to  go; 
Where  heav'niy  grace  and  mercy  pure, 

In  gentle  currents  flow. 

5 

Then  let  our  joyful  songs  abound, 

And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry; 
We'll  travel  through  Immanuel's  ground, 

To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 


249.    S.  M.  Kneeland. 

The  same. 

COME  join  in  sacred  songs, 
Ye  saints  of  every  name  ; 
With  heav'niy  music  on  your  tongues, 
The  love  of  God  proclaim. 


209 


2 

Sing  of  your  Savior  dear, 
Who  gives  you  endless  life; 
And  banish  all  your  slavish  fear 
And  ev'ry  hurtful  strife, 
3 

The  Lord  our  God  is  good 
To  all  the  sons  of  men; 
He  feeds  our  souls  with  heav'nly  food, 
That  we  may  life  obtain. 

4 

The  Lord  our  God  is  kind, 
His  children  all  will  bless; 
Nothing  from  him  was  e'er  design'd 
To  make  our  pleasures  less. 

5 

The  Lord  our  God  is  love! 
He  loves  the  human  race; 
He  sent  the  Savior  from  above. 
To  save  the  world  by  grace. 

6 

Then  banish  all  your  fears, 
And  raise  your  voices  high; 
The  Lord  of  love  will  wipe  the  tears 
From  ev'ry  weeping  eye. 


250.    P.  M.  Kneelan^. 

The  joys  of  heaven. 

I  SING  the  joys  of  heav'n, 
When  Christ  shall  finish  sin; 
And  sinners  be  forgiv'n, 
Their  garments  white  and  clean. 

When  all  shall  find 

Peliv'ring  grace — 
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The  human  race, 
In  concert  join'd. 

2 

Glory  to  God!  they  sing; 
Who  hath  redeem'd  our  race: 
They  grateful  tributes  bring — • 
The  trophies  of  his  grace. 

The  Lord  shall  hear 

The  grateful  song, 

From  ev'ry  tongue, 

Both  far  and  near. 

3 

Lo!  heaven's  arches  ring, 

With  joy  inspiring  lays; 

Millions  their  music  bring, 

Reverberating  praise. 
Harmonious  sounds, 
From  choir  to  choir, 
In  praise  conspire, 
While  love  abounds. 

4 

They  hallelujah  sing, 
Unto  the  Lamb  once  slain; 
For  death  hath  lost  its  sting, 
And  sinners  freed  from  pain. 

They'll  spend  a  long 

Eternity, 

In  sounding  the 

Immortal  song. 


251.    L.  M.  Turner. 

The  voice  of  peace  to  the  troubled  spirit, 

SEE,  from  the  ark,  the  mystic  dove, 
On  flying  pinions,  takes  her  way, 


211 


Thro'  distant  regions  prone  to  move, 
And  view  the  wonders  of  the  day. 

JjO,  she  returns  and  seeks  her  rest, 
And  brings  the  olive  branch  of  peace; 
Thus  are  the  cheerless  mourners  blest, 
The  tidings  all  their  hopes  increase. 

3 

So  we  upon  this  ocean  wide, 
This  hoist' rous  and  perturbed  state; 
Where  sin  besets  and  wos  betide, 
Nor  we  observe  the  floods  abate. 

4 

Then  does  the  Spirit's  witness  show 
A  source  of  love,  a  fount  of  grace; 
A  Savior's  goodness  makes  us  know, 
And  points  to  God  our  righteousness. 

5 

Celestial  messenger  of  joy  I 
Speed  on  thy  way  to  this  sad  heart; 
Bring  with  thee  peace,  without  alloy, 
And  never  from  my  soul  depart. 

252.    L.  M.       Turner,  . 
The  soul's  anticipation  of  future  blis$. 

BEAR  me,  ye  spirits  of  the  blest, 
To  Zion's  bow'rs  of  joy  and  peace; 
Where  all  is  love  and  heav'nly  rest, 
And  holy  anthems  never  cease. 

2 

Take  me  upon  your  wings  and  fly; 
Your  lively  pinions,  hope  and  faith. 
Nor  stopj  'till  far  above  the  sky, 
I  rise,  a  conqu'ror  over  death. 


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Here  in  this  world  of  sin  and  wo, 

I  groan  in  bondage,  toil,  and  pain; 
Where'er  with  wand'ring  steps  I  go. 
On  yarth%  for  bliss,  my  search  is  vain. 

4 

Here  passions,  leagu'd  in  baleful  strife. 
Wage  w ith  our  comforts  cruel  war; 
Hatred  and  wrath  disturb  our  life, 
Join'd  in  the  rude  tempest'ous  jar, 
5 

Above  such  scenes,  on  Canaan's  coast, 
A  rapt'rous  prospect  cheers  the  soul; 
Where  discord,  wrath,  and  strife  are  lost, 
And  seas  of  bliss  extatic  roll. 

6 

Sweet  heav'nly  fields,  their  bloom  display; 
No  root  of  bitterness  is  found; 
The  sun  of  love  shines  all  the  day, 
And  spreads  a  joyful  scene  around. 

7 

Then  bear  me,  spirits  of  the  blest, 
On  faith  and  hope's  most  lively  wing, 
To  Zion's  bow'rs,  of  heav'nly  rest, 
Where  1  may  holy  anthems  sing. 


253,    L.  M*  Kneeland. 

Salvation. 

SALVATION!  O,  the  darling  theme! 
Which  makes  all  heav'n  and  nature  sing; 
Which  fills  the  soul  with  sweet  delight^ 
And  all  its  better  pow'rs  excite. 


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O  think  on  God,  whose  boundless  love, 
On  swiftest  pinions  of  the  dove, 
Outstretch's  the  thoughts  of  mortal  man! 
Eternal  goodness!  who  can  scan? 

3 

His  goodness  sure  all  nature  feels; 
His  bounteous  hand  perpet'al  yields 
A  full  supply  of  ev'ry  good: 
He  feeds  our  souls  with  heav'nly  food* 
4 

All  things  in  earth  and  heaven  are 
The  objects  of  his  tender  care; 
j  All  creatures  are  for  ever  blest, 
|  Who  on  Jehovah's  goodness  rest. 


254.    C.  M.  Kneeland. 
Heaven  upon  earth. 

I'D  bid  my  carnal  joys  farewell, 

The  joys  of  earth  and  time; 
If  I  could  rise  where  angels  dwell, 
\     In  heav'n  and  glory  shine. 

2 

O,  when  my  Savior's  love  I  feel, 
How  mean  are  earthly  things! 

I'd  not  accept  a  conqu'ror's  weal, 
Nor  diadem  of  kings. 

3 

I  need  not  go  from  earth  for  heav'n; 

I  find  it  here  below; 
When  I  can  feel  my  sins  forgiv'n, 
J     I  banish  ev'ry  wo. 

4 

The  air  around  I  breathe  is  love, 
j    My  heav'n  is  in  my  breast; 


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All  earthly  things  Pm  carry'd  above, 
And  enter'd  into  rest. 


255.  C.  M.  Kneelang. 

Soaring  to  heaven. 

O  COULD  I  stretch  my  thoughts  above, 

Where  Jesus  ever  reigns! 
O  could  I  sing  my  Savior's  love, 

In  sweet  immortal  strains! 

2 

My  Savior  would  rejoice  to  hear 

The  melody  of  sounds; 
And  ev'ry  note  the  angels  cheer, 

While  elders  cast  their  crowns. 

3 

But  O,  how  short  my  music  falls 
Of  what  my  thoughts  aspire! 

My  spirit  on  my  Savior  calls, 
To  raise  my  accents  high'r. 

4 

And  now  I  feel  its  transport  rise — 

The  Lord  is  surely  come, 
To  take  my  soul  above  the  skies. 

To  his  eternal  home. 

256.  P.  M.  Kneeland. 

The  second  coming  of  Christ. 

COME,  sinners,  dry  your  tears, 

And  wipe  away  your  grief; 

The  Savior  now  appears, 

Granting  to  \is  relief: 
He  comes  from  lucid  courts  above^ 
To  pour  on  us  hi$  heav'nly  love, 


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2 

He  looketh  like  a  Lamb, 

That  once  for  sin  was  slain, 

To  rescue  ev'ry  man, 

From  darkness,  guilt,  and  shame; 
But  now,  all  glorious  to  behold, 
He  wears  the  diadem  of  gold. 

3 

The  Savior  ever  lives. 

Judge,  advocate,  in  one; 

His  pardon  freely  gives, 

And  takes  our  spirits  home. 
He  is  the  Savior  of  all  men, 
To  save  the  world  from  death  and  sin* 
4 

Not  one  of  Adam's  race, 

Will  Jesus  ever  leave, 

To  mourn  the  lack  of  grace, 

In  sin  and  sorrow  grieve. 
He  gives  repentance  unto  life, 
And  saves  the  world  from  sin  and  strife* 


257.        M.  Kneeland. 

The  law  of  the  Lord  is  perfect,  converting  the  soul. 

0  GOD,  how  holy,  just,  and  pure, 
Thy  law  and  precepts  are! 

Thy  righteous  judgments,  counsels  sure} 
Make  me  thy  tender  care. 

2 

1  am  the  apple  of  thine  eye; 
My  soul  is  thy  \delight; 

Where'er  I  walk,  where'er  I  lie*, 
I  am  within  thy  sight. 


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3 

Thou  dost  provide  my  daily  food, 
My  clothing,  house,  and  land; 

My  soul  doth  taste  that  thou  art  good., 
From  nature's  bounteous  hand. 

4 

But  when  I  taste  redeeming  love, 

I  feel  a  heav'nly  flame; 
My  thoughts  *are  carry 'd  all  above; 

I  sing  my  Savior's  name. 

5 

Thus  doth  thy  law  my  soul  convert, 
To  know  that  thou  art  kind: 

Thy  preeepts  written  in  my  heart. 
Produce  a  grateful  mind. 

258.    S.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

The  goodness  of  God. 

THE  Lord  is  good  and  kind, 
Rich  mercies  he'll  bestow; 
Will  raise  from  death  the  sinking  mind, 
And  his  salvation  show. 

2 

If  in  the  Lord  I  trust, 
Can  I  confounded  be? 
Is  he  not  faithful,  good,  and  just? 
I  shall  his  goodness  see. 

3 

Will  he  despise  his  child, 
Or  cast  my  soul  away, 
Because  I  was  by  sin  beguil'd; 
By  folly  led  astray? 


4 


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4 

Behold  his  loving  arms! 
To  me  extended  wide; 
He  draws  me  with  divinest  charms; 
For  me  my  Savior  dy'd. 

259.    C.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

Longing1  for  heavenly  Comforts. 

0,  COULD  I  strike  some  heav'nly  strings 

Transporting  to  my  soul ; 
And  fly  on  some  seraphic  wings, 

Where  heav'nly  pleasures  roll! 

2 

Soon  should  I  leave  this  world  below^ 

With  its  deceiving  charms  ; 
To  yonder  hills  of  light  would  go9 

And  rest  in  Jesus'  arms. 

§  '  '*.    ■    f*     •  '       3        •  ■  I  r 

I  feel  the  vital  transport  rise, 

Ceieslial  heights  I  gain; 
The  heav'nly  hills  salute  my  eyes; 

I  feel  a  sacred  flame. 

4 

Roll  on,  ye  flaming  wheels  of  love; 

I  soon  shall  beat  rest; 
Where  saints  divinest  comforts  prove; 

With  pilgrims  richly  blest. 

260.    C.  M.  H.  Ballou, 

Soaring  to  Heaven. 

GOULD  I  but  raise  my  notes  as  high 
As  Jesus'  honor  stands  ; 

19 


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The  swelling  sounds  would  pierce  the  sky, 
And  charm  celestial  bands. 

% 

Those  vail'd  before  the  throne  abo*$. 

Would  listen  to  my  song; 
And  in  soft  melting  pleasure  move 

With  silence  on  each  tongue 

3 

But  O,  how  weak  is  mortal  pow'r! 

How  mean  the  mortal  lay! 
The  vent'rous  note  attempts  to  SQa£; 

But  dies  as  soof*  away, 
4 

Come,  heav'nly  Spirit,  tune  my  harp, 

And  gently  move  each  cord; 
Then  shall  the  song  rejoice  thy.  hearty 

And  I  shall  praise  thee,  Lord, 

261.    S.  M.         H.  Ballou. 
Rapture. 

BE  still,  ye  blust'ring  winds. 
And  tempests  of  the  mind; 
Some  seraph  of  my  Jesus  sings- 
It  all  my  soul  confines. 

% 

The  air  is  fill'd  with  love, 
And  mercy  moves  each  string: 
The  ever  blest  celestial  Dove, 
To  me  its  comforts  bring. 

3 

I  hear  the  music  still — 
My  soul  is  all  on  fire! 
0?  who  can  half  its  sweetness  teU? 
Hark!  still  it  rises  high'r! 


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4 

Beneath  thy  balmy  wingfc, 
Dear  Lord,  I'll  sit  "and  hear; 
While  Gabriel  all  thy  honor  sifigs, 
And  I  my  sofog  prepare. 

262.  C.  M.  St.  Ballou. 

Ecstacy. 

O,  COULD  I  sing  ah  equal  song 

To  my  Redeemer's  name! 
The  swelling  floods  would  it  prolong, 

And  winds  would  waft  my  flame. 

2 

The  hills  would  bend  each  waving  ttfee, 

The  laughing  vales  would  sing; 
Roses  and  lilies  too  should  be 

Delighted  with  the  tbeme. 

3 

The  little  streams  should  catch  the  souifc!5 

And  bubbling  join  his  praise; 
While  reeds  and  rushes  all  aroufad, 

Should  rustle  to  my  lays. 

4 

Nor  would  the  mossy  grotto  stand 

Indiff'rent  while  I  sung; 
He  solemn  echoes  too  would  lend, 

'Till  silent  was  my  tongue. 

263.  C.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

Sorrowing  with  hope. 

LET  these  dear  friends  who  mourn  their  ioss^ 
And  wet  their  cheeks  with  tears; 


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Behold  the  vict'ries  of  the  cross, 
And  banish  all  their  fears. 

Remember  man  is  born  to  die, 
His  months  are  all  with  God; 

None  from  the  stroke  of  death  can  fly. 
Or  break  his  iron  rod. 

3 

Kmgs  of  the  earth  and  heroes  all 

Must  yield  unto  his  pow'r; 
The  high,  the  low,  the  great  and  small. 

Must  wither  like  the  flow'r. 

4 

But  why  should  living  men  repine 

At  God's  divine  decree; 
Since  from  all  cares  of  earth  and  time^ 

Death  sets  the  pris'ner  free. 

5 

And  further  consolations  too, 

The  gospel  hope  imparts; 
To  make  our  tears  and  sorrows  few? 

And  ease  our  aching  hearts. 

6 

Beyond,  beyond  all  death  and  sin? 

The  soul,  with  Christ,  shall  live; 
And  drink  those  endless  pleasures  in, 

Which  God  in  Christ  shall  give. 

264.    P.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

The  subject  continued  from  Rev  xxi,  &c. 

THE  times  and  seasons  God  ordain'd, 
To  fill  with  sorrow,  toil,  and  pains, 
W ill  cease  and  end  in  God's  due  time; 


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The  reign  of  Christ  will  never  close., 
'Till  he  subdues  his  sinful  foes; 
Then  he  his  kingdom  will  resign. 

2 

Death,  the  last  enemy,  shall  yield, 
And  to  the  victor  leave  the  field; 

It  shall  retire  and  be  no  more; 
Then  pains  shall  cease,  and  sorrow  die. 
Tears  shall  be  wip'd  from  ev'ry  eye, 

That  the  redeem'd  may  God  adore. 
3 

These  promises  of  God  believ'd, 
The  grace  in  them  qontain'd  receiv'd, 

Will  make  the  soul  to  God  resign'd! 
When  tribulations  do  assail, 
When  health,  or  life  itself  shall  fail, 

Hope,  like  an  anchor,  stays  the  mind. 
4 

Then  let  the  mourner  cease  to  weep, 
And  all  his  sorrows  hush  to  sleep, 

And  wait  the  long  expected  day; 
When  God  shall  dwell  with  Adam's  race, 
And  with  the  fulness  of  his  grace, 

Take  all  their  wants  and  wos  away. 


265.    L.  M.         H.  Ballou. 

All  flesh  is  grass,  &c. 

LIKE  grass  of  earth  our  bodies  are, 
Our  glory  like  its  flow'ry  bloom; 
Fading  the  beauty  which  we  wear, 
Like  transient  flow'rs  must  meet  its  doom. 
2 

Our  days  of  youth,  how  soon  they're  past! 
Old  age,  with  pains,  comes  hast'ning  on: 

*!9 


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TiHes  and  dignities,  as  fast; 
Decay;  and  man's  short  race  is  run. 

3 

But,  0  the  word,  the  word  of  God! 
In  which  eternal  life  is  sure; 
That  covenant,  once  seaPd  with  blood. 
Ages  eternal  shall  endure. 

4 

Then  cease  to  mourn  those  glories  gone, 
Since  greater  glories  shall  ensue; 
In  a  serene,  effulgent  morn, 
Jesus  shall  make  all  things  anew. 


266.    S.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

It  is  better  to  go  to  the  house  of  mourning-, 

FAR  better  'tis  to  go 
Where  people  meet  to  mourn, 
Than  where  they  nought  but  feasting  do, 
With  folly  to  return. 

When  we  behold  the  dead, 
Our  thoughts  more  serious  grow; 
By  solemn  things  our  minds  are  led, 
Our  latter  end  to  know. 

3 

Here  we  may  wisdom  learn, 
Our  knowledge  to  improve; 
And,  by  the  grace  of  God,  discern 
The  things  which  are  above. 

4 

Lord,  sanctify  this  scene, 
And  make  us  wiser  still; 
That  we  may  on  thy  goodness  lean^ 
And  learn  to  do  thy  will. 


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267.  C.  M.  Kneelanb. 

The  transitory  natureof  all  visible  things,  2  Cor, 
iv.  18. 

THE  solemn  facts,  which  nature  speaks. 

Arrest  our  weeping  eyes  ; 
This  world  affords  no  safe  retreat. 

The  whole  creation  dies  ! 

All  things  produc'd  by  nature's  laws 

Must  nature's  laws  obey  ; 
Th'  effect  is  joined  to  its  cause , 

By  an  eternal  sway. 

3 

The  strongest  works  of  human  art, 

In  which  men  put  their  trust- — 
&.11  that  the  world  calls  good  or  great 

Must  moulder  into  dust. 

4 

Then  should  we  mourn,  or  think  it  strange5 

That  earthly  nature  dies,  < 
Seeing  this  certain  doom  attends 

All  things  below  the  skies? 

5 

My  soul,  look  up  to  God  above. 

Adore  his  matchless  name; 
Believe  in  his  eternal  love, 

From  whence  salvation  came. 

268.  L.  M.  Kneeland. 

Meditation  on  Death. 


MY  soul,  call  home  each  wand'ring  thought, 
From  worldly  objects  turn  thine  eyes^ 


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in  meditation,  be  thou  brought, 
To  soar  aloft  above  the  skies. 

When  shall  I  drop  this  mortal  frame, 
These  cumb'rous  shackles  of  the  mind? 
When,  with  my  Savior,  shall  I  reign, 
And  leave  this  mortal  flesh  behind? 

3 

Should  terror  seize  my  drooping  mind, 
In  contemplation  deep  on  death? 
Am  I  unwilling  to  resign 
To  God,  my  spirit,  and  my  breath? 

4 

Is  not  my  soul  before  thy  face: 
Daily  supported  by  thy  care? 
Should  I  distrust  thy  boundless  grace. 
O  God<  or  death,  or  danger  fear? 

5 

No!  if  I  live,  'tis  unto  God; 
And  if  I  die,  the  Lord  is  mine, 
I'll  trust  in  his  eternal  word- 
Alive  or  dead,  O  Lord,  I'm  thine, 

269.    L.  M.  Kneeland. 

The  house  not  made  with  hands.    2  Cor.  v.  I 

SO  human  nature,  one  and  all, 
Must  drop  this  earthly  house  of  clay; 
Down  to  the  graves  our  bodies  fall; 
Our  spirits  upwards  wing  their  way. 

% 

The  body  must  be  food  for  worms, 
To  mingle  with  its  parent  clay; 
The  spirit  unto  God  returns, 
To  dwell  with  Christ  in  endless  day. 


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3 

For  when  our  bodies  do  decay, 
We  have  a  house  not  made  with  hands; 
Eternal  in  the  realms  of  day, 
With  God  and  Christ,  this  building  stands. 
4 

This  house  is  in  a  city  set, 
Whose  builder  is  th'  eternal  God; 
Departed  souls  have  joyful  met 
Therein,  to  take  their  last  abode. 

5 

There  they  shall  see  as  they  are  seen, 
And  know  as  they  are  also  known; 
The  Lamb  of  God 's  their  only  King, 
And  angels  worship  at  his  throne. 


270.    C.  M.  Kneeland. 

For  the  burial  of  a  father. 

WEEP  not,  my  friends,  O  weep  no  mora 

For  your  departed  head; 
The  spirit 's  gone  V  appear  before 

The  Judge  of  quick  and  dead. 

2 

No  human  works  can  there  appear 

To  justify  the  soul; 
Eternal  life  !  altho'  so  dear, 

Your  Savior  gives  the  whole. 

3 

Hard  was  the  stroke,  it  may  be  saidj 

Which  causes  you  to  mourn; 
A  father  ?s  numbered  with  the  dead5 

And  never  can  return. 


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4 

But  he  is  gone  to  realms  above, 

To  realms  above  the  sky; 
To  drink  full  draughts  of  hea^'fify  row. 

Where  pleasures  never  die. 

5 

Cease,  then,  fond  hearts,  O  cease  to  mourn! 

Nor  in  the  least:  complain; 
Your  loss,  altho'  hard  to  be  borne, 

Is  his  eternal  gain, 

271.     C.   M.  KttEfclAND. 
The  burial  of  a  mother. 

BEHOLt)  the  sad  impending  stroke! 

Which  now  arrests  our  eyes; 
The  silken  bands  of  union  broke, 

A  tender  mother  dies! 

She's  gone!  she's  gone  to  realms  above! 

Where  saints  aivol  art  gets  meet; 
To  realize  her  Savior's  Jove, 

And  worship  at  his  feet. 

3 

Her  pains  and  groans  are  now  all  o'er; 

She's  gone  to  God  on  high; 
Her  wishful  eyes  shall  weep  no  more, 

No  more  her  spirit  sigh! 

4 

For  you  who  'round  her  body  mourn, 

And  drop  the  flowing  tears; 
How  many  sorrows  she  hath  borne, 

In  ail  her  lengthen'd  years. 

5 

Her  sorrows  now  are  at  an  end, 
The  Lord  did  for  her  call; 


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And  Jesus  is  her  only  friend,. 
Her  life,  her  healthy  her  all! 


272.    Lf  M.  Kneeland. 

The  burial  of  a  husband  or  wife. 

DEATH,  like  a  cruel*  tyrant,  reigns 
O'er  man,  and  beast,  and  creeping  things; 
According  as  the  Lord  ordains, 
Relieveth  beggars — conquers  kings. 

It  separates  the  warmest  friends, 
Who  live  in  union,  close  ally'd; 
The  sacred  knots  of  marriage  bands. 
In  God's  own  time^  must  be  unty'd. 

3 

Who  can  describe  the  aching  heart. 
Distressed  and  in  trouble  sore; 
When  man  and  wife  must  sighing  part. 
To  meet  within  this  world  no  more? 

4 

Who  can  direct  the  mourning  soul 
To  consolation  rich  and  free; 
Where  streams  of  pleasure  ever  roll, 
To  drive  corrqding  grief  away? 

'      '  5 

0,  Jesus  Christ,  the  Word  oj '  Life , 
Is  balsam  to  the  aching  heart; 
In  him  the  dying  man  and  wife 
Do  meet  again,  no  more  to  part. 

6 

He  is  the  resurrection  sure 
To  all  the  sons  of  Adam's  race; 
And  all  the  sorrows  we  endure 
Will  be  repaid  with  greater  grace. 


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273.    C.  M.  Kneeland. 

The  burial  of  youth. 

FROM  cruel  death  no  age  is  free, 
Nor  sex,  nor  birth,  nor  blood; 

It  rolls  on  all  perpetually 
Like  a  tremendous  flood. 

The  high,  the  low,  the  rich,  the  poor, 
From  death  are  not  exempt; 

There 's  no  discharge  in  such  a  war, 
None  can  its  pow'r  prevent. 

The  blooming  youth  who  hail  the  morn,, 

Nor  death  nor  danger  fear  ; 
Must  fall  its  victims  ere 'tis  noon. 

If  cruel  death  appear. 

4 

Our  flowing  years  are  number'd  well, 

As  Wisdom  thinketh  best; 
And  ev'ry  beating  pulse  we  tell 

Leaves  but  the  number  less. 

5 

And  must  this  be  our  fatal  doom, 
On  which  our  souls  depend? 

Still  hast'ning  onwards  to  the  tomb^ 
And  this  our  final  end ! 

6 

Away,  thou  sad,  desponding  thought! 

For  Jesus  ever  lives; 
And  the  salvation  which  he  brought, 

To  you  he  freely  gives. 


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7 

He  leaves  the  tomb  of  Joseph's  rock5 

Ascends  the  lofty  sky; 
And  gives  our  souls  a  lively  hope. 

That  they  shall  never  die! 

274.    C.  M.  Kneeland. 
The  burial  o^a  child. 

HOW  oft  the  tender  bloom  of  May 

Is  blighted  by  the  frost; 
The  little  shoot  must  then  decay. 

And  all  the  fruit  be  lost! 

2 

So  like  a  blossom  in  the  spring, 

A  little  child  appears; 
With  pleasing  hope  much  fruit  to  bring. 

When  in  its  ripen'd  years. 

3 

But  death  soon  nips  the  tender  shoot, 

The  blossoms  then  decay; 
And  must  the  hope  of  bearing  fruit 

Then  vanish  all  away? 

4 

O  turn  your  thoughts  and  look  above9 

To  Jesus  Christ,  the  Lord; 
Behold  the  promise  of  his  love, 

Reveal'd  in  his  own  word. 

5 

He  took  young  children  in  his  arms, 

And  call'd  them  heirs  of  heav'n; 
,He  will  defend  their  souls  from  harm; 
His  mercy's  freely  giv'n. 

20 


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275.  L.  M.  Kneeland. 

A  Funeral  Hymn.    Partly  extracted  from  Watts. 

WHY  should  we  mourn  departing  friends? 
Or  shake  at  cruel  dea?th?s  alarms? 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends 
To  call  out  spirits,  to  his  arms* 

Are  we  not  hastening  upwards  too 
As  fast  as  fleeting  time  can  move? 
Nor  would  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow 
To  keep  our  spirits  from  our  love. 

3 

Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 
Their  bodies  to  the  silent  tomb? 
There  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay. 
And  left  a  long  and  rich  perfume. 

4 

Thence  he  arose,  ascended  high, 
And  shew'd  our  feet  the  heav'nly  way; 
Up  to  the  Lord  our  spirits  fly 
Whene'er  we  drop  this  earthly  clay. 

276.  L.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

Consolation. 

RIVERS  of  grief  and  sorrows  flow, 
And  anguish  fills  the  heart  of  wo; 
When  sicknes,  pain,  and  death  assail, 
The  living  do  the  loss  bewail. 

2 

But  since  our  Lord  can  death  control, 
Shall  sorrow  still  afflict  my  soul  ? 


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By  faith  in  him  we've  sweet  repose. 
And  rest  divine  from  all  our  was. 

3 

We  hope  in  yonder  world  to  find 
Each  kindred  soul  in  Jove  conjoined; 
Where  pain  and  death  no  more  shall  come 
Nor  discord  drive  the  soul  from  home. 
4 

There  parted  friends  shall  meet  once  more 
In  sweetest  songs  of  praise,  adore 
The  pow'r  which  ends  all  mortal  strife. 
Where  death  is  swallow'd  up  of  life. 


277.  C.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

*t*he  sa^Hve. 

TIME'S  empty  vapors,  O  how  Tain! 

How  soon  our  joys  are  gone! 
Our  mortal  hopes,  how  soon  they're  slain 

And  tea«ve  the  heart  to  gr©aa! 

Search  nature's  fairest  gardens  o'«fer, 
And  note  her  sweetest  flow'rs; 

Add  all  her  riches  to  your  store, 
But  mark  her  fleeting  hours. 

3 

Behold  the  sharpen'd  scythe  of  death, 

Mpv'd  by  the  arm  of  fate, 
Shall  sudden  stop  thy  vital  breath, 

And  close  thy  mortal  state. 


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4  \ 
Then  give  all  earth-born  riches  o'er, 

And  make  the  Lord  your  trust; 
Immortal  wealth  is  in  his  pow'r, 

He's  holy,  good,  and  just. 


278.    L.  M.  Kneeland. 

Funeral  Dirge. 

FAREWELL!  a  sad  and  long  farewell 
To  this  pale  clay,  whose  spirit's  fled! 
We  now  resign  it  to  the  grave, 
The  house  appointed  for  the  dead! 

Adieu!  thou  dear  departed  soul! 
Now  gone  from  earth  to  heav'n  above, 
Where  streaois  of  pleasure  ever  roll, 
To  drink  full  draughts  of  heav'nly  love. 
3 

We  mourn  the  absence  of  our  friend 
From  all  enjoyments  here  below; 
O,  dearest  Lord!  some  comforts  send, 
To  mingle  with  the  tears  that  flow. 

4 

Submitting  to  thy  gracious  will, 
May  we  be  silent,  and  adore 
The  God  of  grace  whose  blessings  still 
Flow  down  to  us  for  evermore. 
Farewell!  farewell!  our  loving  friend7  fare- 
well! 


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279,  L.  M.  S.  Ballot 

Consolation 

TO  you  who  mourn  in  deep  distress. 
For  a  departed  friend  most  dear; 
I  make  this  solemn,  short  address, 
To  ease  the  heart  and  dry  the  tear. 

2 

Death  is  the  lot  of  all  mankind, 
God  takes  no  more  than  what  he  gave; 
And  they  that  mourn  shall  comfort  find., 
Oar  hope  extends  beyond  the  grave. 

3 

He's  left  this  world,  his  toils  are  o'er, 
Free  from  all  sorrow,  grief,  and  pain; 
To  you  he  will  return  no  more, 
But  you  shall  meet  with  him  again. 

4 

Lift  up  your  heads,  wipe  off  your  tears, 
For  soon  your  soul  shall  take  its  flight; 
And  dwell  with  him  to  endless  years, 
Jn  the  dear  bosom  of  delight. 

280,  C.  M.  S.  Ba  ll  ou. 

Mourning'  With  Comfort. 

I  MOURN  when  friends  from  me  depart. 

And  leave  their  mortal 'dust;  j 
Because  I  have  a  human  heart, 

A  heart  that  always  must. 

2 

A  dying  saint  will  often  say. 

My  pains  afflict  me  so; 
To  thee,  O  God,  call  me  away, 

I  long,  I  long  to  go. 

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3 

'Tis  cruel  then  to  hold  him  here, 

To  lengthen  out  his  pain; 
So  strifling  does  my  loss  appear 

To  his  eternal  gain. 

4 

He's  gone  and  left  this  world  of  sin, 
This  dark  and  dismal  shore; 

We  only  part  to  meet  again. 
To  meet  and  part  no  more. 

■)  h  <       5  ;^ 

The  human  heart  repines  and  grieves 

To  part  with  kindred  here; 
But  faith  in  God  the  mind  relieves, 

And  wipes  away  the  tear. 

281.    P.  M.  S.  Ballou, 

Consolation. 

YOU  who  lament  the  loss 

Of  a  departed  friend; 

Who  mourn  beneath  the  cross- 

Consider  well  our  end: 
That  we  were  born  to  die,  that  we 
Might  put  on  immortality. 

We  were  not  made  I  know 

To  dwell  for  ever  here, 

In  sickness,  pain,  and  wo; 

In  darkness,  want,  and  fear; 
But  we  were  made  to  soar  above, 
rf  o  mansions  of  eternal  love. 

3 

Our  bodies  then  must  die, 
Our  souls  be  borne  away, 


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To  dwell  with  God  on  high, 

A  never  ending  day. 
And  taste  the  streams  of  living  joy, 
That  fill  the  soul  and  never  cloy. 

282.  C.  M.  H.  Ballou. 
Where  two  or  three  are  met,  &c. 

COME  let  us  join  in  worship  true, 

And  call  upon  the  Lord; 
Altho'  our  number  be  but  few, 

We'll  trust  the  sacred  word. 
"    \  -  2 

Our  Savior  saith  where  two  or  three 

Meet  in  his  holy  name; 
There,  in  the  midst,  he  sure  will  be. 

Will  own  and^  bless  the  same. 

3 

Faint  not,  dear  friends,  nor  be  afraid, 

God's  promises  are  sure; 
According  to  our  wants  they're  made, 

And  ever  shall  endure. 

4 

As  in  thy  temple.  Lord,  we  meet, 

Give  us  a  prayerful  mind; 
That  we  may  worship  at  thy  feet. 

And  thy  rich  graces  find. 

283.  L.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

■Where  multitudes  meet. 

NOW  multitudes  assembled  are, 
To  bow  before  the  Savior's  throne; 
O  may  the  Lord  our  souls  prepare. 
And  make  us  all  in  union  one. 


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2 

When  Christ  was  here  on  earth  below, 
He  preach' d  where  great  assemblies  were; 
Then  did  his  word  like  waters  flow — 
He  made  the  multitude  his  care. 

3 

Nor  fasting  did  he  them  dismiss, 
But  gave  a  full  supply  of  food; 
His  pow'r  is  still  the  same  to  bless, 
And  his  provisions  rich  and  good. 

4 

O  may  our  Sun  arise  to  day, 
With  healing  mercies  in  his  wings; 
And  of  his  grace  make  a  display, 
And  fill  our  minds  with  heav'nly  things,. 


284.    L.  M.        H.  Ballou, 

For  the  Annual  Convention. 

DEAR  Lord,  behold  thy  servants  here, 
From  various  parts  together  meet, 
To  tell  their  labors  thro'  the  year, 
And  lay  the  harvest  at  thy  feet. 

2 

In  thy  wide  fields  and  vineyards,  Lord, 
We've  roil'd  and  wrought  with  watchful  care 
Thy  wheat  doth  flourish  by  thy  word, 
Thy  love  consumes  the  choaking.  tare. 

3 

The  reapers  cry.,  thy  fields  are  white, 
And  ready  to  be  gather' d  in; 
The  lab'rer  shouts  >v it h  sweet  delight, 
This  is  the  day  to  finish  sin, 


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4 

Ripe  clusters  on  the  vines  appear, 
We've  flagons  too  of  richest  wine; 
O  come,  dear  Savior,  meet  us  here, 
And  crown  the  banquet  all  divine. 

5 

O  bless  us  while  we  here  remain, 
With  holy  love,  thy  servants  fill; 
O  may  thy  doctrine  drop  like  rain, 
And  like  the  silent  dew  distil. 

6 

While  we  attend  thy  church's  care, 
0  grant  us  wisdom  from  above; 
With  cautious  steps  and  humble  prayer, 
May  we  fulfil  the  works  of  love. 


285.    L.  M.  Kneeland. 

For  the  opening  of  the  General  Convention, 

AS  we  are  met  from  various  parts, 
May  all  our  works  be  done  in  love; 
May  heav'nly  grace  inspire  our  hearts, 
Like  those  who  meet  in  realms  above. 

2 

May  this  resemble  that  blest  day, 
When  all  shall  meet  with  one  accord; 
Where  heav'nly  love  shall  tune  the  lay, 
To  shout  hosannas  to  the  Lord. 

3 

Meet  us  in  council,  Lord,  to  day, 
May  we  thy  wisdom  here  proclaim; 
0  guide  us,  when  we  sing  or  pray, 
That  we  may  glorify  thy  name. 


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.  4 

And  when  our  meeting  shall  be  o'er, 
May  we  thy  blessing  then  receive; 
Tha   we  may  learn  to  praise  thee  more, 
And  by  thy  counsels  ever  live, 

286.    C.  M.  Kneeland. 

For  the  close  of  the  same. 

NOW  let  us  join  lo  praise  the  Lord, 

And  to  adore  his  name; 
His  mighty  acis  w<;  will  record, 

And  spread  abroad  his  fame* 
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Th-  Lord  hath  lengthen'd  out  our  days, 
Thro'  his  supporting  grace; 

Then  let  his  ham*}  have   n  i  ♦  ^  prat&k 
Who  brought  ?js  ro  t h l s  place. 

3 

Together  w«  have  had  delight, 
In  council,  praise  and  prayer; 

The  Lord  doth  all  our  works  requite, 
By  making  us  his  care, 
4 

Our  hearts  have  been  replenished  well, 
While  we  have  heard  the  word; 

We've  tasted  joys  which  none  can  tell, 
But  those  who  love  the  Lord. 

5 

Now,  Lord,  a  parting  blessing  give, 

To  all  the  brethren  deaf; 
And  by  thy  blessing  may  we  live, 

Thro'  each  revolving  year. 


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May  wisdom  guide  our  wand' ring  feet? 

In  paths  of  truth  and  love; 
Until  in  heav'n  we  all  shall  meet, 
!    To  serve  the  Lord  above. 

287.    L.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

At  the  close  of  the  General  Convention. 

DEAR  Lord,  behold  thy  children  here! 
To  us  a  parting  blessing  give; 
In  mercy  grant  each  brother  dear. 
In  union  with  his  God  may  live; 

2 

Sweet  counsel  we  together  took, 
Came  to  thy  house  in  company; 
Thy  graces,  like  the  water  brook. 
From  hatred  kept  thy  children  fitei£ 
3 

Thy  banner  over  us  is  iove7 
ffhl.le  we  in  fellowship  agree; 
O  r.va,y  our  thoughts  remain  above^ 
faithful  disciples  may  we  be. 

4 

Fr otn  one  another  we  must  part, 
Thy  cause  and  kingdom  order  so: 
O  s  a)  us  to  each  other's  heart, 
While  we  remain  on  earth  below, 
5 

Succeed  our  labors  through  the  year, 
While  in  thy  vineyards,  Lord,  we  toil: 
In  faithful  works  of  love  and  fear. 
And  fruitful  make  the  feaitrm  saili 


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6 

WUt  thou,  dear  Lord,  long  time  to  come, 
This  counsel  bless  with  heav'nly  grace; 
Beneath  each  clear  autumnal  sun, 
May  many  meet  to  seek  thy  face. 

288.    L.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

A  Dedication  Hymn. 

FROM  God  th'  immortal  spirit  came. 
Which  gives  us  life  and  ev'ry  sense; 
'Tis  God  who  doth  preserve  the  same, 
And  is  its  constant  safe  defence. 

2 

His  skilful  hands  our  bodies  form'd, 
Each  nerve  and  sinew  by  his  art; 
He  did  with  flesh  our  bones  adorn, 
And  organis'd  the  vital  heart. 

3 

Our  strength  of  body  and  of  mind 
Are  the  rich  blessings  which  he  gives; 
And  by  his  tender  mercies  kind, 
Each  faculty  within  us  lives. 

4  ■ 

All  scientific  skill  or  art, 
Which  doth  the  human  mind  improve, 
Are  blessings  which  he  doth  impart, 
And  certain  pledges  of  his  love. 

5 

To  God,  then  let  us  dedicate 
Our  souls,  and  body's  curious  frame: 
And  ev'ry  thing  by  art  we  make9 
To  the  just  honors  of  his  name. 


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6 

In  doing  this,  to  God  we  give, 
Nothing,  but  what's  his  own  before; 
For  'tis  in  him  we  move  and  Jive, 
And  feast  upon  his  boundless  store. 

289.    C.  M.       H.  Ballot. 

The  same. 

INTO  thy  temple,  Lord,  descend, 

Accept  this  house  of  thine; 
Thy  worshippers  in  it  defend, 

With  graces  all  divine. 

2 

Here  may  thy  name  for  ever  rest, 

And  by  us  honor'd  be; 
May  we  remain  thy  children  blest, 

And  thy  salvation  see. 

3 

Make  this  a  house  of  prayer  and  praise, 

All  sacred  to  thy  name; 
Thy  honors  here  for  many  days, 

May  we  in  love  maintain. 

4 

With  lustre  make  thy  gospel  shine, 

And  ev'ry  grace  impart; 
May  mourners  consolation  find, 

To  ease  the  aching  heart. 

5 

Advanced  age,  and  tender  youth, 
Here  may  they  meet  their  God; 

And  feast  upon  th'  atoning  truth 
That  flows  in  Jesus'  blood. 
21 


M2 
6 

O  may  these  doors  wide  open  be 

To  ev'ryseet,  or  name, 
Who  meet  in  love  to  worship  thee., 

Thy  honor  to  maintain. 

290.    S,  M.         H.  Bal&**. 

The  same. 

ACCEPT  this  house,  O  Lor^, 
We  dedicate  to  thee; 
In  it  reveal  thy  sacred  word, 
From  sin,  to  set  us  free. 

May  we  assemble  here,1 
By  prayer  to  seek  thy  face; 
And  learn  thy  holy  name  to  fear, 
And  trust  thy  richest  grace. 

3 

With  lustre  cause  to  shine 
Thy  holy  written  word; 
Reveal  thy  gospel,  all  divine, 
That  we  may  love  thee,  Eord, 
4 

May  infancy  and  age, 
In  sweet  devotion  join, 
And  may  thy  mercy  all  engage; 
In  worship  most  divine. 

5 

O  may  this  house  be  free, 
For  ail  who  wish  to  pray; 
For  ev'ry  sect  who  worship  thee. 
And  do  thee  honors  pay. 


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6* 

May  Zion's  watchmen  here, 
Proclaim  thy  mercy  free; 
And  sound  the  trumpet,  loud  and  clear, 
Of  gospel  mystery. 

291.  L.  M.  H.  Balloi  . 

For  wedding. 

THE  male  and  female,  in  the  Lard, 
Are  one,  as  saith  the  written  word; 
Adam  and  Eve  were  figures  mads 
Of  all  mankind,  and  Christ  the  head. 

As  Christ  do£h  for  Ws  church  provide, 
The  husband  ought  to  love  his  bride; 
And  with  a  fond  and  lender  care 
Should  all  her  pains  and  sorrows  bear. 
3 

And  as  the  church  all  honor  gives 
To  Christ  her  Lord,  in  whom  she  lives? 
So  should  a  bride  respect  the  arm 
Which  her  defends  from  ev'ry  harm. 

4 

Tho'  death  this  earthly  union  break, 
Christ  never  will  his  bride  forsake; 
But  raise  h&r  to  his  throne  above, 
To  au  eternity  of  love. 

292.  L.  M,  KkeeIiAM, 

Matrimony. 

WHEN  God  at  first  created  man, 
Indulgent  to  his  newborn  son, 
Kind  Wisdom  ord  r'din  her  plan; 
Her  offspring  should  not  dwell  alone. 


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2 

Of  flesh  and  bone,  from  Adam's  side, 
The  Lord  did  constitute  a  spouse; 
And  gave  her  him  as  his  own  bride, 
To  rear  the  honors  of  his  house. 

3 

She  was  not  taken  from  his  head; 
For  her  to  rule  would  not  be  mete; 
Nor  should  she  be  a  servant  made, 
So  was  not  taken  from  his  feet. 

4 

But  she  was  taken  from  his  side, 
And  very  nigh  his  faithful  heart; 
Which  makes  an  union  close  aliy'd, 
And  being  one,  should  never  part. 

5 

Thus  God  of  human  nature  forms 
A  bride  for  his  beloved  Son; 
Flesh  of  his  flesh,  bone  of  his  bone, 
In  person  two,  in  union  one. 

6 

A  man  should  ever  love  his  wife, 
As  Christ  the  church  doth  ever  love; 
For  her  he  gave  away  his  life, 
And  ransom'd  her  to  God  above. 

7 

A  man  who  thus  doth  love  his  bride, 
Must  surely  her  affections  win; 
She  walketh  safely  by  his  side, 
And  in  return  she  honors  him. 


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$93.    C.  M.  Kneelanu. 

Conjugal  Affection. 

THE  ardent  spouse  has  found  his  brida 
In  wedlock  they  are  join'd; 

He  is  her  head,  and  she  his  heart, 
With  love  they  are  conjoin'd. 

2 

He  saw  in  her  a  second  self, 

And  loves  her  as  his  heart; 
Bone  of  his  bone,  flesh  of  his  flesh. 

Thus  they  should  never  part. 

3 

He  maketh  her  his  bosom  friend, 

In  all  her  lengthen'd  years; 
And  feels  the  sorrows  she  sustains, 

Whatever  pain  she  bears. 

4 

Her  offspring  also,  all  as  one, 

He  nourishes  with  care; 
Provides  for  them  a  pheasant  home, 

And  makes  them  happy  there. 

5 

Not  one  of  them  will  he  forsake. 

He  loves  them  as  himself; 
And  for  them  doth  provision  make, 

In  sickness  and  in  health. 

6 

Thus  JESUS  is  our  living  head, 

With  us  he  doth  unite; 
Our  souls  he  constitutes  his  bride, 

His  joy  and  chief  delight. 


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294.  P.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

Morning'. 

RISING  from  the  bed  of  slumber, 
May  I  find  my  thoughts  with  God; 
While  no  vanities  incumber, 
Meditate  immortal  Good. 

Thro'  the  night  I've  been  preserved. 
Friendly  spirits  watch'd  my  bed; 
New,  with  strength,  my  body's  nerved: 
I'm  not  number'd  with  the  dead. 

3 

Justice  dictate  all  my  labor, 
Mercy  'tend  me  thro'  the  day; 
To  the  stranger  and  my  neighbor, 
May  I  charity  display. 

4 

When  the  day  is  far  advanced, 
Dusky  eve  returns  again; 
May  I  joy  in  good  dispensed, 
Keep  myself  from  ev'ry  sin. 

295.  P.  M.         if.  Ballqv, 

Evening. 

NOW  the  day  is  far  advanced, 
Ev'ning  hath  her  curtains  spread; 
Be  my  gratitude  enhanced, 
God  in  mercy  hath  me  fed. 

2 

May  the  Lord,  in  mercy,  pardon 
All  my  follies  thro'  the  day; 
Ease  my  heart  of  ev'ry  burden, 
Teach  a  humble  soul  to  pray, 


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3 


May  my  body  now  be  rested, 
Kindly  kept  by  heav'nly  care; 
Vile  temptations  be  resisted — 
Heav'nly  blessings  may  I  share. 

4 

When  my  days  of  life  are  ended, 
May  my  sins  all  pardon'd  be; 
May  I  be  by  Christ  befriended, 
His  salvation  ever  see. 


WITH  joy  we  hail  the  morning  light, 

And  humbly  praise  the  pow'r 
Which  us  preserv'd  thro'  shades  of  nig 
And  guarded  ev'ry  hour. 

2. 

O  may  the  path  of  duty  shine, 

Nor  we  forsake  the  way; 
In  ev'ry  thing  to  God  resign, 

'Till  the  decline  of  day. 

3 

With  sweet  reflection  on  the  past, 

Our  labor  we'll  give  o'er; 
Nor  mourn  the  moments  gone  so  fast^ 

But  worship  and  adore. 

4 

Thus  may  we  till  the  end  of  life, 

Obed'ent  children  prove; 
And  shun  the  paths  of  wrath  and  strife 

And  live  in  bonds  of  love. 


296.  CM. 


H.  Ballou 


Morning". 


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f$f.    L.  M.  Kneelasb. 

Morning.  # 

BLEST  be  thy  name  my  God  and  King 
For  all  the  mercies  of  the  night; 
O  tune  my  heart  thy  praise  to  sing, 
And  fill  my  soul  with  sweet  delight. 

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Thy  guard'an  care  preserv'd  my  squl. 
While  nature  found  a  quiet  rest; 
And  now  the  sun-beams  on  me  rol!5 
And  I  am  with  the  morning  blest, 
3 

My  heart  to  God  shall  tune  her  lays, 
(While  I  his  mercies  still  implore)    :  , 
And  join  all  nature  in  his  praise: 
Ail  nature's  God  I  will  adore. 

4 

And  whilst  thou  lengthen'st  out  my  life, 
From  night  to  morn,  from  morn  to  nighty 
Preserve  my  soul  fr  om  sin  and  strife, 
And  fill  my  heart  with  heav'niy  light. 

298.    C.  M.         S.  Str ester. ♦ 

NOW  shalt  thou  hear,  my  Lord,  my  God5 

This  wakeful  spirit  raise 
To  thy  preserving  faithfulness, 

A  grateful  hymn  of  praise. 

Goodness  and  mercy  unto  all 

Each  day  dost  thou  afford; 
Nor  less  in  slumbers  of  the  night 

Art  thou  propitious.  Lord. 


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3 

Lo,  in  the  hollow  of  thy  hand 

Securely  did  I  rest; 
While  peaceful  visions  of  the  night 

My  slumb'ring  moments  blest. 

4 

Now  I  in  health  and  peace  behold 

The  sun  in  splendor  rise; 
And  to  thy  throne,  O  God  of  love, 

I  lift  my  streaming  eyes. 

5 

My  soul  is  fiil5d  with  gratitude, 
My  spirit  swells  with  love; 

Fain  would  I  help  each  child  of  grief, 
And  ev'ry  want  remove. 

6 

To  me  impart  thy  wisdom,  Lord, 
Thy  pard'ning  grace  bestow; 

Then  all  my  foes  I  shall  forgive. 
And  mercy  to  them  show. 


299.    L.  M.         S.  Streeter. 

Evenings 

NOW  philomel  attunes  her  song, 
And  I  my  daiiy  task  have  done; 
Propitious  God,  thou  fount  of  grace, 
Accept  my  ev'ning  song  of  praise. 

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Thy  bount'ous  hand,  from  day  to  day. 
Drives  each  corroding  want  away; 
A.nd  fleeting  moments,  as  they  pass, 
Are  richly  laden  with  thy  grace. 


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3 

Thus  kindly  hast  thau  lent  meanl, 
From  morning  light  to  ev'aifig  shade? 
Thro'  all  the  labors  of  this  day:  t 
Now  hear  my  humble  spirit  pray. 

4 

Lord,  let  thy  mercy  be  express'd, 
In  granting  me  refreshing  rest; 
May  friendly  angels  guard  my  bed, 
And  hover 'round  my  slurab'ring  head. 
5 

In  health  and  peace,  Lord,  may  I  see 
The  dawning  of  another  day, 
To  tune  a  morning  &ong  of  praise 
And  sound  it  high  in  grateful  lays. 

a 

Direct  my  steps  in  wisdom's  way, 
From  day  to  night,  from  flight  to  dayj 
'Till  angels  wing  me  to  the  skies, 
Where  joys  in  deathless  ant&ems  rrse. 

3QG.    C.  M.  Kneelah*. 

Evening", 

NOW  as  the  day  is  past  and  gone, 

And  ev7ning  comes  apace; 
To  God  I'll  raise  a  grateful  song, 

Who  lengthens  out  my  days. 

Thro'  all  the  labors  of  the  day, 

The  Lord  has  been  my  aid; 
He  ever  is  my  strength  and  stay, 

I  need  not  be  afraid. 


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3 

Thro'  all  the  dark  ami  silent  nighty 

The  Lord  is  ever  nigh; 
And,  in  return  of  morning  light. 

Will  hear  mysuppi'ant  cry. 

4 

0  grant  me,  Lord,  a  quiet  rest, 

May  angels  guard  my  bed; 
With  sleep  my  body  be  refresh'd, 

With  grace  my  spirit  fed. 

5 

And  when  the  morning  light  is  come, 

May  I  in  health  arise; 
With  gratitude  attune  my  song, 

And  sound  it  to  the  skies. 

301.    C.  M.  S.  Ballov, 

Thanksgiving'. 

JIVE  thanks  to  God  for  he  is  good? 

On  us  his  blessing  pours; 
Provides  for  us  our  daily  food, 

And  yearly  fills  our  stores. 

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le  gives  as  skill  to  plant  the  grains 
And  health  and  strength  to  sow; 

le  wets  with  show'rs  the  thirsty  plains, 
And  makes  the  harvest  grow. 

3 

le  makes  his  rolling  orb,  so  bright, 

To  shine  upon  this  earth; 
Fogive  his  creatures  warmth  and  light, 

And  vegetation  birth, 


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4 

While  round  the  board  we  meet  this  day, 
Thy  bounties;,  Lord,  to  share; 

To  thee  our  noblest  thanks  we  pay, 
Who  didst  the  feast  prepare. 


302.    P.  M.  S.  Ba&lou. 

The  same. 

THE  Lord  our  God  is  good; 

Thank  him  for  evermore: 

He  daily  gives  us  food, 

And  yearly  fills  our  store. 
From  wars  he's  long  preserv'd  our  land, 
How  happy  docs  our  nation  stand! 

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The  God  of  boundless  wealthy 

Whose  goodness  we  admire, 

Hath  long  preserv'd  our  health; 

And  from  the  scourge  of  fire, 
Hath  long  been  pleas'd  to  save  our  land; 
How  happy  does  our  nation  stand! 

3  : 

On  a  delightsome  spot, 

From  other  nations  free, 

Lord  thou  hast  fix'd  our  lot; 

We  owe,  we  owe  to  thee 
The  independence  of  our  land; 
How  happy  does  our  nation  stand! 

303.    L.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

Thanksgiving. 

COME,  let  us  join  in  grateful  songs, 
Recount  the  goodness  of  the  Lord; 


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With  thankful  praises  on  our  tongue:* 
The  wonders  of  his  love  record. 

Ten  thousand  streams  from  Isr'ei's  God, 
With  richest  blessings  overflow; 
His  lib'ral  soul  deviseth  good, 
That  good  he  makes  his  people  know. 
3 

For  us,  what  goodness  hath  he  wrought? 
He  brought  our  fathers  to  this  land; 
This  western  continent  they  sought, 
Directed  by  th'  Almighty's  hand. 

4 

From  wilderness  to  fruitful  fields, 
He  turn'd  our  many  hills  and  plains; 
Luxur'ant  is  our  soil  to  yield, 
Warm'd  by  his  sun,  wet  by  his  rains. 

5 

Our  lands  with  milk  and  honey  flow, 
Our  children  live  on  finest  wheat; 
And  fruits  in  pleasant  orchards  grow; 
Our  boards  abound  with  sweetest  meat. 
6 

Nor  in  this  earthly  Paradise, 
Shall  kings,  or  tyrants  write  their  names; 
Our  law  suppresses  nought  but  vice. 
And  virtue  wears  no  galling  chains. 

7 

Here  rising  on  fair  science'  wings, 
Our  sons  and  daughters  leave  the  ground; 
In  honor,  far  excelling  kings, 
As  more  in  virtue  they  abound* 
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8 

Still  louder  raise  thanksgiving's  song? 
The  gospel  of  our  Lord  i&  here; 
O  let  its,  grace  inspire  each  tongue, 
In  holy  worship  love  and  fear. 


304.  L.  M.         H.  Ballou. 

The  blessings  of  Providence. 

WHEN  autumn  brings  her  golden  store, 
Or  in  I  he  field,  or  threshing  floor; 
Our  hearts  with  thankfulness  should  telly 
That  Pruvidence  hath  govern'd  well. 

2 

When  with  a  large  supply  of  bread, 
Ourselves  and  families  are  fed; 
With  joy  our  children's  hearts  should  swell: 
For  Providence  hath  govern'd  well. 

3 

When  copious  food  supplies  our  flocks. 
And  grass,  supports  the  laboring  ox; 
The  lowing  herds  shall  grateful  tell, 
That  Providence  hath  govern'd  well. 

4 

With  thankful  hearts  we'll  eat  our  bread9 
The  poor  must  by  the  rich  be  fed; 
They'd  better  give  to  them  than  sell, 
Kind  Providence  hath  govern'd  well. 

305.  C.  M.  Kneeland. 

The  same. 

KIND  Providence  to  us  imparts 
A  rich  and  plenteous  store; 


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And  now  commands  our  grateful  hearts. 
To  praise  and  to  adore. 

2 

Kind  Providence  our  fathers  brought 

To  this  most  fertile  land; 
When  many  an  asylum  sought. 

From  persecution's  hand. 

3 

Here  they  have  rear'd  a  num'rous  seed9 

The  sons  of  liberty ; 
And  Providence  supplies  our  need, 

O,  let  us  thankful  be! 

4 

This  waste  and  howling  wilderness. 

To  honest  labor  yields; 
By  Providence  hath  long  been  blest 

With  many  fruitful  holds. 

5 

The  autumn  brings  a  rich  repast 

Of  agricult'ral  fare; 
Our  children  all  the  dainties  taste, 

And  of  the  bounties  share. 

6 

Then  all  in  harmony  agree 
To  sm%  thanksgiving's  song, 

To  tfim  who  gives  us  liberty, 
And  does  our  years  prolong. 

306.      L.    M.  KtfEELANB. 

National  Independence. 

NOW  to  the  Lord,  O  let  us  raise 
A  sacred  song  of  grateful  n  raise: 
May  ev'ry  tuneful  voice  conspire 
To  strike  the  notes  upon  the  lyre. 


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Columbia's  sons  and  daughters,  hail! 
Fair  liberty  doth  here  prevail; 
The  emigrants,  from  far  and  near, 
May  find  a  safe  asylum  here. 

3 

Nor  kings,  nor  tyrants'  haughty  sway 
Shall  cloud  the  brightness  of  our  day; 
Nor  vassals  feel  a  galling  chain, 
While  independence  we  maintain. 

4 

The  arts  and  sciences  shall  here 
A  progress  make,  from  year  to  year; 
In  equal  rights  our  land  shall  Tie 
With  any  land  below  the  sky. 

5 

Religion,  that  most  darling  theme. 
Thro'  which  eternal  life  is  seen; 
To  ev'ry  name  or  sect  is  free, 
Who  stands  in  gospel  liberty. 

6 

O,  Gracious  God!  propitious  smile, 
And  bless  Columbia's  fruitful  soil; 
May  peace  and  plenty  here  abound, 
And  independence  be  our  crown. 


307.    C.  M.  Kneeland. 

Prayer  for  America. 

LORD  bless  Columbia's  happy  land, 

And  make  her  fruitful  be; 
Our  equal  rights  wilt  thou  defend? 

And  grant  us  liberty. 


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2 

May  peace  extend  her  balmy  wings 

O'er  all  Columbia's  soil; 
The  names  of  despots,  monarchs,  kings* 

None  of  her  sons  beguile. 

3 

May  unanimity  abound 

Thro'  all  her  sev'ral  states; 
And  stern  oppression  ne'er  be  found 

Descending  from  the  great. 

4 

May  all  our  officers  be  peace, 

Exacters  righteousness; 
0?  may  Jehovah  never  cease. 

This  nation  long  to  bless! 

5 

The  lib'ral  arts  and  sciences, 

Long  may  they  flourish  here! 
In  harmony,  O,  may  we  live, 

Thro'  each  revolving  year! 

6 

Our  rulers,  may  they  all  be  blest, 

And  ruled  subject  be; 
While  nought  but  vice  our  laws  suppress, 

The  government  is  free. 


308.    P.  M.  S.  Ballou. 

A  contrast  between  Europe  and  America, 

YE  sons  of  Columbia,  adore 
The  infinite  goodness  of  God; 
Whose  peace  has  attended  our  shore, 
While  Europe  was  rolling  in  blood! 

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Kind  husbands  were  slain,  by  their  foe&, 
And  widows  with  sorrow  oppressed, 
But  we  in  soft  peace  and  repose, 
From  wars  and  confusion  have  rest. 

3 

Starvation  attended  the  poor, 
The  fatherless  fainting  for  bread; 
"While  we  had  a  plentiful  store; 
Our  children  on  dainties  were  fed, 
4 

Jehovah  high  praises  shall  claim 
From  ev'ry  Columbian  tongue; 
Then  let  his  great  goodness  and  name,- 
In  loud  hallelujah  be  sung. 


309.  C.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

America, 

WHAT  wonders  hath  Jehovah  wrought 

For  this  our  favor'd  land; 
Our  fathers  to  this  Canaan  brought, 

From  fierce  oppression's  hand; 

2 

Them  landed  on  a  savage  shore, 

Beneath  his  watchful  eye; 
He  did  defend  them  by  his  pow'r. 

From  many  dangers  nigh. 

3 

The  Lord  the  hand  of  labor  blest; 

Turn'd  wilderness  to  fields; 
From  savage  foes  he  gave  us  rest, 

Such  blessings  doth  he  yield. 


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4 

When  sore  oppressed  by  foreign  pow'r. 

Our  land  was  in  distress; 
He  heard  us  in  a  trying  hour, 

And  granted  us  redress. 

5 

The  smiles  of  peace  and  liberty 

Succeed  the  din  of  arms; 
The  Lord  in  war  is  majesty, 

In  peace  ten  thousand  charms. 

6 

Let  arts  and  sciences  increase, 
And  prosper  virtue's  cause; 

Such  are  the  fruits  of  welcome  peace, 
And  just  and  wholesome  laws. 


310.   L.  M.  Kneelanb. 

The  blessings  of  spring'. 

THE  Lord  our  God,  our  heav'nly  King, 
Makes  the  whole  earth  his  tender  care; 
Visits  the  pastures  ev'ry  spring, 
And  bids  the  tender  grass  appear. 

The  clouds,  like  fountains  rais'd  on  high, 
Pour  out  the  rain  at  his  command; 
Their  wat'ry  blessings  from  the  sky, 
To  cheer  the  dry  and  thirsty  land, 

3 

The  soften'd  ridges,  ploughed  fields, 
Permit  the  tender  corn  to  spring; 
All  nature  rich  provision  yields — * 
In  gratitude  the  lab'rers  sing. 


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4 

The  meadows  drest  in  all  # heir  pride, 
Pf  if  time  thv  air  with  fragrant  How'rs; 
Tho  hills  and  dales  on  ev'ry  side, 
Rejoice  at  nature's  falling  show'rs. 

5 

Thy  goodness,  Lord,  the  season  crowns; 
How  bount'ous  are  thy  works  and  ways! 
The  husbandman  thy  goodness  owns, 
A^nd  shouts  aloud  unfeigned  praise! 

311.    C.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

Spring*. 

THE  winter  months  are  past  away5 

We  hail  the  vernal  sun; 
Mild  zephyrs  on  our  gat  dens  play5 

The  streams  at  freedom  run. 

2 

The  smiling  fields  in  verdure  drest, 

Present  enamel'd  flow'rs; 
The  hills  and  vales  are  richly  blest 

With  shines  and  gentle  show'rs; 

3 

The  bleating  flocks  in  pastures  graze; 

Men  to  their  labor  go: 
Where'er  I  walk,  where'er  I  gaze5 

God's  blessings  richly  flow. 

4 

Let  man  the  goodness  of  the  Lord? 

In  songs  of  honor,  sing; 
Humbly  adore  th'  omnifie  word. 

Which  doth  the  Reasons  bring, 


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312.    L.  M.        H.  Ballot 

Fast.    Isaiah  lviii.  6,  &.c, 

THIS  is  the  fast  the  Lord  doth  choose; 
Each  heavy  burden  to  undo; 
The  bands  of  wickedness  to  loose, 
And  let  the  captive  freedom  know. 

2 

Let  ev'ry  vile  and  sinful  yoke, 
Of  servile  bondage,  and  of  fear; 
By  mercy,  love,  and  truth,  be  broke; 
From  sorrow's  eye  wipe  ev'ry  tear. 

3 

Yes,  to  the  hungry  deal  thy  bread, 
Bring  to  thine  house  the  outcast  poor; 
O  let  the  fainting  soul  be  fed, 
Nor  spurn  the  needy  from  thy  door. 

4 

And  when  thine  eyes  the  naked  see, 
The  needed  garment  then  bestow; 
To  thine  own  flesh  most  tender  be, 
To  all  thy  charity  must  flow. 

5 

This  did  the  Savior  of  our  race, 
Himself,  the  bread  of  life,  did  give; 
Undid  our  burdens  by  his  grace; 
The  outcast  poor  in  Jesus  live. 

6 

We  are  his  flesh;  he  did  not  hide 
Himself  from  us,  in  all  our  wo; 
But  freely  gave  himself,  and  dy'd, 
That  we  his  boundless  love  might  know, 


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313.  L.  M.  Kneeland. 

When  thou  fastest,  be  not  as  the  hypocrites, 

TFTE  hypocrites  do  often  fast,  * 

Put  on  a  sad,  disfigur'd  face; 

D  »wn  to  the  earth  their  heads  are  cast, 

That  men  may  think  they're  full  of  grace. 

But  He  who  searches  ev'ry  heart, 
Marks  the  deception,  and  disdains 
The  sacrifice  they  do  impart— 
They  have  their  labor  for  their  pains. 

3 

When  thou  dost  fast  anoint  thy  head, 
Thy  face  with  water  purify ; 
Regarding  not  what  may  be  said, 
But  look  to  God  with  single  eye. 

4 

By  such  sincerity  you'll  find, 
Acceptance  surely  ma>  be  had: 
A  God,  all  merciful  and  kind, 
Is  loth  to  see  his  children  sad. 

314.  C.  M,  Kneeland. 

The  same. 

WHEN  thou  dost  fast  thou  shalt  not  be 

Like  blinded  Pharisees; 
Who  often  fasted,  outwardly, 

Mistaken  men  to  please. 

2 

Their  countenances,  very  sad, 

Their  faces,  in  disguise; 
Their  bodies  are  in  sackcloth  clad3 

Their  hearts  are  full  of  lies. 


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But  men  altoo'  they  may  deceive, 

Yet  God  their  hearts  doth  know| 
Nor  e'er  one  blessing  will  he  give, 
For  all  their  outward  show, 
4 

[Now  be  ye  not  like  unto  them, 
With  all  their  outside  dress; 
But  iel  your  heart  be  pure  and  clean, 
And  you  the  Lord  will  bless. 


315,    S.  M.  Kneelanb* 

The  same, 

I  THE  hypocrite  doth  fast, 
!  With  a  dejected  face; 
Like  rushes  down  his  head  is  cast, 
With  a  pretended  grace. 

His  countenance  is  sad, 
As  tho'  hemourn'dfor  sin; 
Jut  all  the  while  his  heart  is  bad — 
He  hopes  the  prize  to  win, 
3 

Now  look  at  him  again — 
He  labors  very  hard; 
Jut  does  it  to  be  seen  of  men. 
And  this  is  his  reward. 

4 

Be  not  like  unto  him; 
But  be  your  heart  sincere; 
^or  God,  who  searches  all  within^ 
Makes  you  his  tender  care. 


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316.  L.  M.  Kneelan©. 
Humiliation.    Joel  ii.  13— IT- 

IN  Zion  let  the  trumpet  blow, 
The  congregation  gather'd  be; 
Let  old  and  young  together  go, 
To  worship  on  the  suppl'ant  knee. 

2 

In  one  assembly  let  them  bend, 
Together  hear  the  sacred  word; 
Their  heart,  and  not  their  garments,  rend^ 
And  turn  their  face  to  serve  the  Lord. 

3 

Let  priests,  the  ministers  of  God, 
Between  the  porch  and  altar  weep; 
And  send  their  suppl'ant  cries  abroad, 
That  God  would  spare  his  wand'ring  sheep. 
4 

The  Lord  is  merciful  and  just, 
His  kindness  he  hath  ever  shown; 
In  him  let  all  the  nations  trust, 
For  in  the  Lord  we  live  alone. 

5 

Who  knows  but  that  the  Lord  will  send 
His  blessings  down  upon  our  race? 
O  trust  in  him!  he  is  our  friend; 
A  friend  to  souls  when  in  distress. 

317.  L.  M.         S.  Streeter. 

New  Year. 

ALL  hail,  the  matchless  pow'r  diving 
That  rolls  the  steady  wheel  of  time! 


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Thrice  hail,  the  condescending  God, 
Who  sprinkles  show'rs  of  grace  abroad! 

a 

Thy  providential  dealings,  Lord, 
Are  with  the  choicest  comforts  stor'd; 
Revolving  years  do  all  fulfil 
The  countless  mercies  of  thy  will. 

3 

The  year  that's  past  will  come  no  more, 
Propitious  heav'n  has  blest  each  hour 
With  social  sweets,  with  friendship's  wine? 
And  ripen'd  clusters  from  the  vine. 

4 

Winter,  tho'  bound  in  icy  chains, 
Resign'd  to  spring's  more  brilliant  beams* 
Summer  and  autumn  blessings  shed, 
In  rich  effusions  on  my  head. 

5 

What  wond'rous  grace,  and  potent  arm, 
Has  kindly  kept  my  soul  from  harm; 
Granting  to  me  a  safe  retreat, 
While  fleeting  time  her  numbers  beat? 

6 

O  God  of  grace,  and  matchless  skill, 
Teach  me  to  know  and  do  thy  will; 
My  lukewarm  heart,  O  Lord,  renew 
Wfth  saving  grace  and  wisdom  too. 

7 

From  month  to  month,  from  day  to  day. 
Lord,  guide  my  feet  iu  wisdom's  way; 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  lie, 
Make  me  the  apple  of  thine  eye. 

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Shaded  beneath  thy  balmy  wing, 
Attune  my  heart  thy  praise  to  sing, 
'Till  fleeting  years  and  transient  days, 
Shall  end  in  glory's  perfect  blaze. 

318.    C.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

Ye  are  God's  building'. 

YE  are  God's  building,  saith  the  word, 

Rais'd  by  Jehovah's  hand; 
The  sacred  temple  of  the  Lord, 

And  beauty  of  the  land. 

As  trees  from  forests  ye  were  brought, 

And  by  divines t  skill, 
Fit  for  the  heav'nly  building  wrought, 

By  your  Grand  Master's  will. 

3 

As  stones  uncouth  in  quarries  lie, 

So  ye  in  sin  were  found; 
Sought  out  by  the  All-Seeing-Eye^ 

And  raised  from  sinful  ground. 

4 

As  lively  stones  in  order  stand, 
When  rais'd  by  plumb  and  line; 

Ye  are  a  building  wisely  plann'd, 
In  order  most  divine. 

5 

Here  wisdom,  strength,  and  beauty  join. 

With  harmony  and  love; 
And  here,  by  truth's  unerring  line. 

The  workmen  justly  move. 


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6^ 

This  is  the  temple  of  our  God, 

From  ages  past  hath  stood; 
This  is  the  path  the  worthy  trod, 

The  perfect,  and  the  good. 

7 

As  constant  here  as  day  and  night, 

Jehovah  sits  and  smiles; 
And  here  the  worthy  sons  of  light 

May  rest  from  all  their  toils. 

8 

Like  as  the  monarch  of  the  day- 
Adorns  aurora's  face; 

The  pow'rs  of  science  here  display 
Their  harmony  and  grace. 

9 

And  when  his  noon-tide  beauties  shine 
With  pow'rs  of  light  and  heat; 

Our  souls  shall  taste  the  sacred  wine3 
Where  resting  lab'rers  meet. 

10 

When  ev'ry  emblem  found  on  earth 
Of  heav'nly  things  shall  die; 

May  God  admit  our  souls  to  pass 
To  brighter  scenes  on  high. 

319.    L.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

How  good  and  how  pleasant  it  is  for  brethren 
together  in  unity. 

ON  holy  mount  Moriah  see 

A  heav'nly  band  in  unity  I 

Where  God  his  name  did  once  declare. 

And  consecrated  worship  there. 


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2 

Behold,  with  admiration's  eye, 
Thtse  brethren  of  the  mystic  tie! 
How  good,  how  pleasant,  'tis  to  see 
The  brethren  live  in  unity. 

3 

Like  lively  stones  from  quarries  brought, 
And  curious  by  an  artist  wrought; 
Or  from  Libanus  cedars  fair. 
Which  masons  in  the  temple  rear. 

4 

From  the  dark  world  of  sin  and  wo, 
These  sons  of  light  in  Zion  go; 
From  Babel's  dire  confusion  flee, 
And  language  learn  in  unity. 

5 

Each  hand  in  friendly  union  joins, 
Love  is  the  cement  that  combines; 
And  lo!  the  seraph  charity 
Rejoices  in  this  unity. 

6 

Fly  discord  from  this  hallow'd  ground, 
Fierce  jealousy  shall  never  wound; 
Pure  innocence  with  whiten'd  glove, 
Presents  us  with  a  badge  of  love. 

7 

Meek  mercy  walks  the  circle  round, 
Relieves  the  poor,  and  heals  each  w  ound; 
Here  honest  truth,  and  justice  grave, 
From  foul  deceit  the  artless  save. 

8 

Admiring  stand,  my  soul,  and  view 
This  sacred  band,  this  little  few; 


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Where  each  as  harmless  as  the  dove 
Drinks  endless  draughts  of  social  love. 
9 

And  would'st  thou  of  this  union  be, 
From  sin  thy  heart  and  conscience  free; 
Change  the  black  robe  of  sin  and  death. 
For  whiten'd  robes  of  righteousness, 
10 

O  sacred  band!  when  thou  shalt  rise 
To  thy  Grand  Master  in  the  skies; 
Prepar'd  by  him,  O  may  I  be! 
To  live  in  endless  unity! 


320.    C.  M.  Kneeland. 

ffe  are  built  upon  the  foundation  of  the  apostles  and 
prophets,  Jesus  Christ  himself  being*  the  chief  cor- 
ner-stone. Eph.  ii.'20. 

JLO!  see  the  brilliant  temple  rise, 

Adorn'd  on  ev'ry  side; 
Jts  tow'ring  top  salutes  the  skies. 

Its  base  extending  wide! 

The  first  elected  &brner-stone 

Is  Jesus  Christ,  the  Lord; 
To  him  must  all  the  building  join, 

Cemented  by  his  word. 

3 

The  prophets  and  apostles  greet, 

The  basis  to  prepare; 
In  harmony  the  angles  meet, 

And  form  a  perfect  square. 

4 

On  this  foundation  placed  firm, 
The  building  sure  must  stand; 
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Erected  by  the  plumb  and  tine. 
Wisdom's  unerring  hand. 

5 

The  lab'rers  to  the  mountains  go, 

Materials  to  prepare; 
They  take  the  stones  from  quarries  low, 

And  fit  them  to  the  square. 

6 

The  timber  fell  from  earthy  stock, 

In  nature's  rural  forms; 
Is  by  the  hand  of  Wisdom  wrought. 

Which  ev'ry  part  adorns, 
7 

Materials  being  thus  prepar'd, 

Now  see  the  Temple  rise! 
No  murm'ring  Sound  of  iron  heard, 

To  pierce  the  lofty  skies. 

8 

But  love  and  charity  unfeign'd, 

To  God,  and  to  the  Son; 
Like  an  indissoluble  chain, 

Unite  and  make  them  one. 

9 

This  building,  like  the  house  of  God, 

Eternal  shall  endure; 
*Tis  reared  by  his  sacred  word, 

And  stands  for  ever  sure. 

10 

And  in  the  same  shall  all  be  blest, 

Who  constitute  a  part; 
They  enter  the  eternal  rest, 

And  love  doth  fill  the  heart. 


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321.    C.  M.  Kneelanj>. 
The  love  of  God  in  creation. 

ERE  time  commenced,  a  darksome  night 

On  nature's  bosom  lay; 
Th'  Almighty  said — "  Let  there  be  light!" 

And  brought  th'  effulgent  day. 

*: 

The  Architect  of  nature  rose, 

He  spake!  and  lo,  'twas  done! 
All  heav'n  in  var'ed  beauty  glows, 

And  earth  beneath  the  sun. 

3 

Wisdom  and  strength  his  works  proclaim. 
From  north,  south,  east,  and  west; 

His  works  all  good,  and  Lofe— his  name, 
Makes  ev'ry  creature  blest. 

4 

His  goodness  gave  us  being  here, 

His  love  doth  still  preserve; 
Then  let  us  all  his  name  revere, 

And  our  Grand  Master  serve. 

5 

Arise  and  make  his  goodness  known, 
Loud  songs  of  honor  raise; 

His  name,  his  love,  himself — alone- 
Demands  our  highest  praise. 

6 

We  hail  our  Master ,  Father^  Friend! 

To  him  be  honors  giv'n; 
'Till  life  and  time^  on  earth,  shall  end*, 

And  brethren  meet  in  heaven! 


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322.    L.  M.        H.  Ballot 

Errors  detected, 

VARIOUS  systems  men  have  form'd, 
In  days  of  old  and  modern  times; 
Religion  by  their  arts  adorn' d, 
In  many  lands  and  many  climes. 

2 

Turn  ye  the  page  of  hist'ry  o'er, 
Learn  all  the  wisdom  of  the  world; 
Their  present  creeds  and  those  before 
Are  all  in  endless  error  hurl'd. 

3 

To  bound  the  God  of  boundless  grace5 
Has  been  the  aim  of  Pharisees; 
Arm  God  against  the  human  race. 
Measure  and  fix  his  firm  decrees. 

4 

Mad  millions  in  a  proud  pretence 
Of  holy  worship,  heav'nly  zeal; 
Their  neighbors  burn'd  in  its  defence, 
Nor  for  their  sufferings  could  they  feel, 
5 

In  gods  of  vile  despotic  reign, 
Vile  kings  and  despots  would  believe; 
Who  could  delight  in  endless  pain^ 
Nor  feel  compassion  to  relieve. 

6 

Thus  cruel  kings  and  priests  were  join'd. 
And  form'd  the  awful  league  abhorr'd; 
With  edicts  chain'd  the  human  mind,  * 
And  shut  the  kingdom  of  the  Lord. 

7 

But  thanks  to  God!  our  eyes  behold 
A  light  far  brighter  than  the  sun; 


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A  day  the  prophets  long  foretold^ 
Of  which  the  ancient  poets  sung. 

8 

His  boundless  grace  doth  God  reveal 
In  Christ  the  Head  of  ev'ry  man; 
His  grace  shall  all  the  nations  heal, 
This  is  the  gospel's  glorious  plan. 


323.   L.  M.  H.  Ballov. 

The  blinded  Jew  and  the  blinded  Christian, 

THE  Jews  had  eyes  and  yet  were  blind, 
To  all  the  beauties  of  their  King; 
But  those  who  had  no  eyes,  could  find, 
In  him,  immortal  themes  to  sing. 

2 

The  christian  church,  in  Babylon, 
Are  blest  with  eyes,  but  O,  how  blind! 
They  crucify  afresh  the  Son! 
His  love  to  sinners  cannot  find. 

$ 

Open  mine  eyes,  O  Lord,  to  see 
Thy  beauty,  and  thy  matchless  graces 
And  in  the  gospel  mystery, 
Salvation  for  the  human  race. 

4 

Hasten  the  promis'd  time,  O  Lord, 
When  Jews  and  Christians  shall  be  one; 
i  According  to  thy  written  word, 
And  know  the  gospel  of  thy  Son. 


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324.    C.  M.  H.  Ballol. 

The  unity  of  the  Spirit. 

AND  why  do  Christians  thus  contend. 

For  items  in  their  creeds? 
An  enemy,  and  not  a  friend, 

Sows  these  contentious  seeds. 

o 

-  Twas  love  to  God  and  love  to  man, 
The  dear  Redeemer  brought; 

No  metaphysic  doctrine  can 
Compare  with  what  he  taught. 

3 

Why  do  we  judge  each  other  so? 

This  judging  genders  strife; 
It  is  enough  our  Lord  to  know. 

And  feel  his  heav'nly  life. 

4 

What  if  my  brother  disagrees 

With  me  in  certain  things; 
Yet  strives  by  works  of  love  to  please9 

And  fruit  abundant  brings? 

5 

Shall  I  disown  a  brother  dear, 

For  whom  my  Savior  dy'd? 
Can  I  be  fill'd  with  gospel  fear, 

And  walk  in  all  this  pride? 

6 

O  may  we  learn  to  walk  in  love. 

In  charity  abound; 
Possess  those  tempers  of  the  dove, 

Which  rather  heal  than  wound. 


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325.  C.  M.  II.  Ballou. 

The  laborers. 

WHY  do  the  Pharisees  complain. 

And  murmur  at  our  Lord? 
It  is  his  goodness  they  condemn, 

Revealed  in  his  word. 

2 

cc  The  heat  and  burden  of  the  day 
We've  borne,"  they  constant  cry; 

<c  We  often  fast,  we  often  pray, 
Ourselves  of  food  deny. — 

3 

a  Shall  others  fare  as  well  as  we, 

Who  late  are  coming  in? 
Shall  they  the  great  salvation  see, 

Who've  spent  their  days  in  sin?': 
4 

But  could  the  painted  hypocrite 
Be  brought  his  heart  to  view; 

le  straight  would  fall  at  Jesus'  feet, 
And  plead  for  mercy  too! 

326.  P.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

Ancient  and  modern  Pharisees  the  same, 

I^D  Jesus  taught  the  ancient  Jews, 
Their  partial  doctrine  still  to  choose, 

They  ne'er  would  have  denied  the  Lord; 
lut  O  how  pain'd  they  were  to  see, 
'hat  our  dear  Lord  should  lib'ral  be, 

For  this  they  hate  his  sacred  word. 


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2 

Were  IWral  christians  now  to  hear, 
Impartial  truth,  'twould  make  them  fear, 

And  they  the  doctrine  would  deny; 
They,  like  the  hypocritic  Jews, 
Of  mercy,  have  their  partial  views, 

At  love  divine,  deception  cry! 

3 

Thus  saith  the  partial  Pharisee, 
Licentious  doctrine  this  must  he, 

The  sinful  world  from  wo  to  save; 
The  righteous  shall  inherit  life — 
Sinners  must  dwell  in  endless  strife, 

In  pain  and  wo  beyond  the  grave. 
4 

As  a  sure  light  to  guide  our  faith, 
We'll  hearken  to  what  Jesus  saith, 

And  rest  the  doubtful  cause  with  him; 
The  righteous  he  came  not  to  call, 
But  to  restore  the  sinful  soul, 

And  raise  the  dead  to  life  again. 


327.    P.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

Religious  controversy. 

MY  foes  declare  with  awful  frown, 
The  Lord  my  soul  will  thunder  down 

To  black  and  long  despair: 
My  crimes  they  state  can't  be  forgiv'n; 
I've  preach'd  so  much  the  love  of  heav'n 

I  ne'er  shall  enter  there! 

I  own  the  charge,  and  wont  deny, 
I've  laid  my  worldly  pleasures  by, 


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Devoted  up  my  time, 
To  preach  ray  Savior's  boundless  love 
To  all  mankind,  that  they  may  prove 

His  mercy  all  divine. 

3 

Deception!  heresy!  they  cry ; 
The  fraud  is  of  the  blackest  die; 

Should  Christ  love  sinners?  No! 
He  loves  his  saints,  and  such  are  w% 
But  sinners  all  must  banish'd  be 

To  vengeance,  wrath,  and  wo! 

4 

That  I'm  a  sinner,  Lord,  I  own, 
But  thou  in  mercy  gave  thy  Son 

For  wretches  such  as  me; 
And  since  I  knew  thy  mercy,  Lord, 
I  have  to  sinners  preach'd  thy  word? 

That  they  might  taste  and  see, 
5 

If  Christ  for  sinners  feels  no  love, 
What  brought  him  from  the  realms  above* 

To  die  for  sinful  men? 
If  Jesus  felt  no  love  for  me, 
Till  I  his  gracious  love  did  see, 

How  did  that  love  begin? 

6 

Lord,  judge  between  my  foes  and  me. 
Give  us  discerning  eyes  to  see, 

And  understand  thy  grace: 
If  there  be  mercy  still  in  store 
For  sinners,  then  reveal  thy  power— 

Unvail  thy  lovely  face, 
24 


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328.    L.  M.         H.  Ballou. 

The  Clay  and  Potter. 

WHERE  myst'ries  are  in  scripture  found, 
They  often  do  the  blinded  drown; 
Man's  partial  wisdom  him  betrays, 
And  leads  him  in  delusive  ways. 

2  \t 
All  those  who  on  the  letter  feed, 
From  condemnation  are  not  freed; 
Nor  know  the  life  the  spirit  gives, 
Nor  how  from  death  the  sinner  lives. 

3 

Behold  the  potter  and  his  clay, 
From  which  we  learn  the  wond'rous  way, 
How  God  will  raise  our  mortal  race. 
To  sing  the  vict'ries  of  his  grace. 

4 

Now  see,  of  clay  the  potter  makes 
A  vessel  marr'd,  and  then  he  takes 
That  same  deformed  clay,  to-be 
A  type  of  gospel  mystery. 

5 

In  Adam  we  were  marr'd  indeed, 
Dishonor  was  our  lot  decreed; 
But  in  our  Lord,  (his  name  be  prais'd,) 
To  life  and  glory  we  are  rais'd. 

6 

From  whence  could  that  vain  notion  rise, 
That  in  our  great  Creator's  eyes, 
Some  out  of  Adam's  sinful  race 
Were  heirs  of  wrath,  and  some  of  grace? 


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7 

From  parables  not  understood, 
From  meanings  bad,  in  room  of  good; 
In  lit'ral  minds  of  partial  make, 
We  find  this  gross  and  dire  mistake. 

8 

Lord  help  us  then  to  understand, 
Letter  and  spirit  not  to  blend; 
From  condemnation  set  us  free, 
That  we  may  not  dishonor  thee. 


3W.    L.  M.         S.  Streeter. 

False  Teachers,    2  Peter  ii.  1,  2,  3. 

OF  old,  how  were  the  sons  of  men 
DrC  ^'d  by  prophets,  false  and  vain; 
How,  by  dissimulation,  led, 
To  feed  a  lifeless  Bel  with  bread! 

2 

But  lo!  'twas  that  voracious  crew 
Of  hypocritic  priests,  that  drew 
The  selfish  plan — and  thus  they  fed 
On  those  deceived  mortal's  bread. 

3 

Parents,  by  this  destructive  wile- 
Did  earth  with  infant  blood  defile; 
And  made  their  sons  and  daughters  dear5 
To  please  their  god,  pass  thro'  the  fire, 
4 

So  anti- christian  teachers  rise, 
And  spread  abroad  their  heresies; 
Which  vilify  the  living  Lord, 
And  contradict  his  holy  word. 


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5 

Those  teachers  false,  by  zealous  strife, 
Withhold  from  men  the  bread  of  life; 
Confine  the  Lamb's  atoning  blood, 
And  scatter  ransom'd  souls  abroad. 

6 

They  turn  the  truth  into  a  lie, 
And  death  to  others  prophesy; 
But  lo  their  judgment  lingers  not, 
They've  on  themselves  destruction  bro^t. 
7 

Ye  tribes  of  men,  redeem'd  of  God, 
Reject  their  creed,  forsake  their  road; 
Refuse  their  baneful,  sordid  lies, 
Which  do  of  men  make  merchandise. 

330.    L.  M.  Kneeland. 

The  voice  of  God  to  unfaithful  Shepherds.  Ezek,  xxxiv. 

THUS  saith  the  great  and  mighty  God, 
Let  Israel's  shepherds  hear  my  word; 
Wo  to  the  shepherds  of  my  sheep, 
Who  make  my  flocks  their  constant  meat! 

Should  not  my  shepherds  feed  my  sheep, 
And  in  the  fold  them  safely  keep, 
And  gently  lead  the  halt  and  blind, 
That  they  the  sweetest  feed  may  find? 

3 

But  IsraeVs  shenherds,  night  and  day, 
Have  caus'd  my  flock  to  go  astray; 
The  sick  and  lame  they  have  not  heal'd, 
Nor  brought  tha  lost  into  the  field. 


My  sheep  and  lambs  they  do  not  spare, 
(The  fleece  they  make  their  only  care) 
And  while  the  best  they  do  consume, 
To  rav'nous  beasts  the  rest  they  doom, 
5 

They've  rul'd  them  all  with  cruel  force. 
Their  teaching  serves  to  make  them  worse; 
They  do  not  seek  the  whole  to  find. 
Nor  think  that  I  shall  be  more  kind. 

6 

Therefore,  ye  shepherds,  hear  my  voice, 
My  sheep  and  lambs  shall  yet  rejoice; 
I'll  take  my  flock  out  of  your  store, 
They  shall  be  meat  for  you  no  more. 

7 

Ye  shall  no  longer  feed  my  sheep, 
But  in  my  pasture  they  shall  keep; 
In  choicest  pasture  they  shall  feed, 
I  will  supply  their  ev'ry  need. 

8 

O  ye,  my  flock,  ye  all  are  men! 
I  And  I  will  bring  you  back  again; 
f  Then  will  I  plead  your  ev'ry  cause, 

And  ye  shall  keep  my  holy  laws. 


331.    P.  M.  Kneeland. 

The  same. 

THUS  saith  the  mighty  God, 
To  Israel's  shepherds  all, 
Hear  ye  my  sacred  word? 
Attend  unto  my  call: 

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Should  not  my  sheep 
By  you  be  fed — 
In  me  their  head, 
Lie  down  and  sleep? 

Ye  labor  night  and  day 
To  Jay  up  wealth  in  store. 
My  sheep  you  make  a  prey 
To  feed  yourselves  the  more. 

'Tis  no  small  harm! 

Their  fleece  to  take 

And  garments  make 

To  keep  you  warm. 

3 

The  sick  ye  have  not  heal'd5 
Nor  comforted  the  dams; 
Nor  brought  into  the  field 
The  poor  bewilder'd  lambs. 

With  cruel  force 

Ye  have  them  rul'd, 

And  all  them  school'd, 

To  make  them  worse. 

4 

Thro'  mountains  high  and  low, 
My  sheep  and  lambs  are  stray 'd, 
And  none  on  earth  below, 
A  thorough  search  have  made: 

Therefore,  attend, 

And  hear  my  word, 

Thus  saith  the  Lord, 

To  you  I  send. 

5 

Behold!  I  will  require 

My  flock  out  of  your  hands; 


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No  more  shall  you  for  hire, 
O'errule  my  sheep  and  lambs! 
I  know  all  mine, — 
My  voice  they'll  hear. 
Both  far  and  near — 
I  shall  them  find. 

6 

Like  as  a  shepherd  kind, 
I'll  look  for  all  my  sheep, 
And  ev'ry  one  I  find, 
In  safety  I  will  keep. 

The  wolf  or  bear, 

Within  the  fold, 

Or  lion  bold, 

Shall  ne'er  come  there. 

7 

In  pastures  ever  green 
I'll  cause  my  sheep  to  feed, 
Down  by  some  cooling  stream. 
Supplying  all  their  need. 

On  mountains  high 

They'll  take  the  air, 

Free  from  all  care — 

No  danger  nigh. 

8 

The  lost  shall  all  be  found, 
The  driv'n  away  call'd  in; 
The  sick  and  lame  made  sound, 
The  filthy  ones  made  clean. 

Thus  saith  the  Lord, 

My  flock  are  men, 

I  promise  them, 

I  am  their  God, 


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332.    P.  M.  KneelAnd. 

Salvation  the  gift  of  God,  and  not  of  works.    Eph.  ii, 
8,  9.  Tit.  iii.  5. 

NO  sacrifice  of  costly  name, 

Or  blood  of  all  the  bullocks  slain. 

On  Jewish  sacred  altars  spilt; 
Nor  works  of  men  nor  prayers  of  priests, 
Nor  incense  of  their  solemn  feasts, 

Could  ever  save  a  soul  from  guilt. 
2 

Mistaken  men  e'er  since  the  flood, 
Have  striv'd  to  reconcile  their  God, 

Who,  they  suppos'd,  was  sore  displeas'd«> 
By  torture,  abstinence,  and  pains, 
Casting  their  children  to  the  flames, 

And  other  cruel  acts  like  these. 

3 

Some  trust  in  works  which  they  have  done. 
To  save  their  souls  in  time  to  come, 

And  hope  they  shall  the  grace  receive; 
Others  believe  in  sov'reign  grace, 
Which  took  a  few  of  Adam's  race, 

And  bound  them  all  by  firm  decrees. 
4 

While  reason  speaks,  with  skilful  tongue, 
If  these  be  right,  those  can't  be  wrong, 

Nor  'scape  the  mandate  of  the  Lord: 
For  if  my  God  has  fix'd  my  doom, 
In  endless  shades  of  death  to  roam, 

I  must  obey  th'  eternal  word! 


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5 

Then,  O  my  soul,  adoTe  the  grace, 
Which  saves  the  whole  of  Adam's  race. 

According  to  his  boundless  love; 
'Tis  not  of  works!  lest  men  should  boast; 
But  mercy  brings  the  num'rous  host, 

To  dwell  with  God,  in  realms  above. 


333.    L.  M.  Kneeland. 

Important  questions.   Extracted  from  E.  Winchester « 

WHO  will  regret  that  Christ  should  have 
The  souls  for  which  he  shed  his  blood! 
Who  can  be  sorry,  should  he  save, 
And  reconcile  all  things  to  God! 

Say,  can  he  be  too  much  ador'd, 
Who  tasted  death  for  every  man? 
Are  you  unwilling  that  your  Lord 
Should  rescue  all  the  souls  he  can? 

3 

Will  you  be  angry  when  you  know 
That  Jesus  all  the  world  shall  gain? 
Are  you  unwilling  all  should  bow 
To  Christ,  the  Lamb  of  God,  once  slain? 
4 

Are  you  afraid  that  Christ  should  be 
Too  much  ador'd  by  mortal  men; 
And  that  he  should  too  fully  see 
The  fruit  of  all  his  toil  and  pain? 

5 

If  Christ  be  honor'd  by  each  soul 
Whom  he  from  sin  and  death  doth  save; 


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If  ever  bp  should  save  the  whole, 
Wouid  he, 'for  this,  less  honor  have? 


334.    S.  M.  Kneeland. 

Let  brotherly  love  continue. 

LET  party  names  alone: 
They  always  gender  strife — 
By  others'  faults  correct  thy  own, 
And  live  a  virt'ous  life. 

2 

What  if  we  disagree 
In  circumstantial  things; 
Shall  we  for  this  at  var'ance  be, 
And  thus  disturb  our  friends? 

3 

No — let  contention  cease; 
And  hateful  discord  end; 
And  strive  to  live  in  perfect  peace- 
Let  each  his  way  amend. 

4 

No  reason  can  be  shown 
Why  I  should  hateful  be: 
I  disagree  with  ev'ry  one 
Who  disagrees  with  me. 

5 

Then  let  me  learn  to  love 
Those  whom  I  would  oppose; 
By  this  I'm  carry 'd  far  above 
The  envy  of  my  foes. 


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335.    L.  M.  Kneeland. 

A  view  of  Christendom. 

AS  ancient  bigots  disagree, 
The  Stoic  and  the  Pharisee, 
So  is  the  modern,  christian  world 
In  superstitious  error  huri'd. 

2 

The  rigid  sects  of  ancient  Jews, 
Who  did  the  Christians  much  abuse, 
Were  very  zealous  in  their  way, 
To  serve  their  God  both  night  and  day. 
3 

Now,  why  were  they  not  just  as  right 
As  Christians,  who  with  cruel  spite, 
Have  tortured,  persecuted,  slain, 
Those  who  could  not  agree  with  them? 
4 

These  errors  spring  from  want  of  love 
And  wisdom,  which  are  from  above; 
Which  help  the  child  of  God  to  see 
His  whole  dependence.  Lord,  on  thee. 
5 

Lord,  when  shall  all  these  errors  cease, 
\nd  Christians  learn  to  live  in  peace, 
A.nd  every  weapon  disapprove, 
Except  the  sword  of  truth  and  love  ? 

6 

When  to  the  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  love  and  charity  are  found 
Of  Him  whody'd  to  finish  sin, 
\nd  all  the  world  are  blest  in  him. 


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336.  C.  M.  H.  Ballouo 

The  rage  of  the  enemy, 

LORD,  what  a  rage  thy  foes  are  in! 

They  hate  thy  boundless  grace; 
Deny  thy  pow'r  to  finish  sin. 

Or  sanctify  our  race. 

Thy  justice  they  with  vengeance  arm, 

Oppos'd  to  mercy  mild; 
Nor  can  their  harmony  discern, 

Sinners  to  reconcile. 

3 

Their  fond  delusions  they  embrace, 
And  think  themselves  secure; 

In  part  by  works,  and  part  by  grace, 
They're  holy,  just,  and  pure. 

4 

But  we,  dear  Lord,  would  humbly  own, 

Salvation  all  of  thee; 
Would  move  our  suit  at  mercy's  throne, 

From  sin  to  set  us  free. 

337.  L.  M.         H.  Ballov. 

Baal's  Prophets. 

NOW  Baal's  prophets  cry  aloud, 
(Their  god  is  deaf,  he  cannot  hear) 
While  they  around  their  altar  crowd, 
Elijah  mocks  their  solemn  fear. 

2 

They  cry  for  fire  ('tis  Baal's  wrath) 
Themselves  afflict  with  grievous  wounds; 
No  r  louder  cry,  with  fruitless  breath, 
And  pierce  the  air  with  bitter  groans. 


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3 

-Mid  this  confusion,  hear  the  prayer, 
Elijah's  soul  pour'd  out  to  God; 
Who  now  descends  in  heav'nly  fire, — 
The  fire  of  love  is  Jesus'  blood. 

4 

Here  all  the  tribes  of  Adam's  race 
Accepted  are  and  ever  blest; 
Elijah's  God  is  full  of  grace, 
He'll  give  his  people  endless  rest. 


338.    C  M.  H.  Ballou. 

God  is  not  willing  that  any  should  perish,  but  that  all 
should  come  to  repentance. 

THAT  some  should  perish,  God  ordains, 

Saith  antichristian  faith; 
Because  they  perish,  they're  to  blame, 

The  foolish  shepherd  saith. 

That  man  should  perish,  saith  the  word, 

(Nor  can  it  broken  be) 
Is  not  the  will  of  our  dear  Lord, 

Nor  is  it  his  decree. 

3 

That  all  should  of  their  sins  repent 

Is  God's  unchanging  will; 
For  this  the  Lord  of  life  was  sent, 

And  this  he  will  fulfil. 

i  4 

O  thou,  anointed  Prince  of  Life! 
To  all  repentance  give; 

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Reform  the  world  from  sin  and  strife. 
That  men  in  thee  may  live. 


339.  C.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

It  is  not  of  him  that  willeth,  nor  of  him  that  runneth, 
but  of  God  who  sheweth  mercy. 

BY  men  conditions  are  propos'd, 

That  we  may  life  obtain; 
But  he,  who's  taught  of  Jesus,  knows 

Nothing  but  Jesus  slain. 

Not  by  the  will  of  sinful  man,  . 

Can  we  salvation  gain; 
But  by  the  all-atoning  Lamb, 

The  Lamb  of  God,  once  slain. 

3 

The  lame  man  heal'd  can  never  say. 

Nor  vainly  boast  wi*h  pride; 
Running  took  maimedness  away; 

But  he  who  groan'd  and  dy'd. 

4 

Well,  since  it  is  my  Father's  will 

To  make  his  kingdom  mine; 
O  may  my  soul  be  humbler  still, 

The  more  his  graces  shine. 

340.  L.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

As  in  Adam  all  die,  even  so  in  Christ  shall  all  be  made 
alive. 

BUT  few  of  all  the  human  race 
Shall  ever  taste  the  Savior's  grace; 


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Shall  ever  be  by  Jesus  blest, 
Or  enter  his  eternal  rest. 

2 

This  antichrist tan  doctrine  saith, 
And  thus  denies  th'  apostles'  faith; 
Who  doth  declare  that  all  mankind 
In  Christ  eternal  life  shall  find. 

3 

Thus,  as  in  Adam  all  men  die, 
In  Christ  shall  ail  men  live  on  high; 
Shall  enter  his  eternal  rest, 
And  be  by  him  for  ever  blest. 

4 

O  that  the  Lord  would  undeceive 
Those  who  in  antichrist  believe; 
And  thro'  the  casements  of  his  grace, 
Unfold  the  beauties  of  his  face. 

341.    C.  M.  H.  Ballot. 

The  bright  and  shining  way. 

WHEN  strangers  meet  me  on  the  way, 

They  warn  me  to  return; 
For  all  who  walk  my  road,  they  say, 

In  pain  must  always  mourn. 

My  road,  they  say,  is  smooth  awhile, 

Weak  mortals  to  deceive; 
But  then  too  late  they'll  see  the  guile, 

Too  latej  they  can't  retrieve. 

3 

True,  in  my  path  great  comforts  are, 
And  when  I  keep  the  way; 


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No  thorns,  nor  thistles  need  I  fear* 
Nor  night,  'tis  always  day, 
4 

I  cannot  give  my  journey  o'er, 
There's  darkness  all  behind; 

I  see  my  Captain's  gone  before, 
I'll  trust  that  he  is  kind. 


342.     L.  M.  H.  Ballot 

Queries. 

WILL  they  who  love  the  Lord  repine. 
To  see  his  mercy  brighter  shine? 
To  see  the  world  by  him  restor'd, 
And  ev'ry  sinner  love  the  Lord? 

2 

Will  those  who  love  the  cross  complain, 
If  Christ  should  ev'ry  sinner  gain? 
Repentance  work  in  ev'ry  heart, 
And  his  rich  love  to  all  impart? 

3 

Should  Judas  humbly  bow  and  cry, 
To  Him  who  did  for  sinners  die; 
Would  saints  with  holy  sorrow  grieve, 
To  see  the  Lord  a  pardon  give? 

4 

Professor,  blush,  and  hide  thy  face; 
Shouid'st  thou  repine  at  such  rich  grace! 
Remember,  thy  poor  sou!  hath  been, 
By  Christ,  redeem'd  from  equal  sin! 


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343.    S.  M.         H.  Ballou. 
Hireling*  shepherds. 

DEAR  Shepherd  didst  thou  die 
Thy  wand' ring  flock  to  save? 
Yet  hireling  shepherds  thee  deny, 
And  at  thy  goodness  rave. 

2 

The  halt,  the  lame,  the  blind, 
Beneath  their  frowns  are  crush'd; 
And  such  as  Jesus  sought  to  find, 
By  those,  are  deem'd  accurs'd. 

3 

When  shall  these  shepherds  know 
Thy  goodness  and  thy  power? 
To  them,  O  Lord,  thy  mercy  show; 
May  they  thy  name  adore. 

4 

Bring  homje  thy  wand' ring  flock, 
And  fold  them  in  thy  care; 
In  the  tall  shadow  of  that  Rock, 
Where  living  waters  are. 


344.  L.  M.  Kneelanb. 
Taking  leave  of  the  blinded  Pharisees. 

YE  blinded  Pharisees,  farewell! 
Who  preach  to  others  endless  death; 
Who  loudly  unto  sinners  tell, 
That  they  will  pray  with  fruitless  breath. 

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2 

Who  hope  to  reign  in  heav'n  on  high, 
And  hear  the  wicked's  deadly  groan; 
Where  ev'ry  shriek,  and  every  sigh. 
Will  bring  you  nearer  to  the  throne. 

3 

I  envy  not  your  boasted  pride; 
Your  spiteful  threats  don't  injure  me: 
My  soul  is  fully  satisfy'd. 
That  you  will  disappointed  be. 

4 

I  hope  to  live  in  heav'n  likewise. 
Where  every  soul  will  joyful  sing; 
But  not  the  hearing  sinner's  cries 
Shall  make  the  heav'nly  arches  ring! 

5 

But  love  to  God  and  love  to  man 

Wi)!  be  the  heavenly  employ; 

While  Christ,  who  conquers  death  and  sio 

Shall  fill  the  universe  with  joy. 


345.    C.  M.         H.  Ballou. 

Rejecting  the  creeds  of  men. 

I  BID  farewell  to  written  creeds, 
And  forms  which  men  have  made; 

'Mong  men  they  cruel  discord  breed; 
For  snares  are  in  them  laid. 

2 

The  gospel,  in  the  word  of  God, 

Is  wrote  in  fairest  lines; 
The  open  path,  way's  stain'd  with  bloody 

That  he  who  seeks  may  find. 


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These  creeds  are  Babylonish  walls, 
Daub'd  with  untemper'd  clay; 

The  house  on  sand  most  surely  falls, 
The  chaff  is  blown  away. 

4 

The  Lord  (he  heav'ns  will  surely  shake. 
Churches  shall  feel  his  pow'r;  %J 

The  earth  beneath  his  arm  shall  quake, 
And  trembling  shall  adore. 

346.    L.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

Seeking1  for  light  and  truth. 

I 

O  COULD  the  scales  fall  from  our  eyes, 
What  heav'nly  visions  would  unfold; 
Fresh  springs  of  bliss  would  in  us  rise, 
And  joys  too  glorious  to  be  told! 

2 

O  could  our  ears  unstopp'd  attend> 
And  hear  immortal  music  play; 
From  some  celestial,  favor'd  friend, 
Our  souls  would  melt  beneath  the  lay! 

3 

O  could  we  walk  the  golden  street, 
Of  heav'nly  truth  and  perfect  light; 
What  matchless  glories  should  we  meet; 
Be  lost  in  pleasure  and  delight! 

4 

O,  downward  come,  thou  heav'nly  Dove! 
Strip  all  these  mortal  pow'rs  away; 
Clothe  me  in  garments  of  thy  love, 
iVhd  bring  me  to  thy  perfect  day! 


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347.    L.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

Seeking  for  true  riches. 

O  CEASE,  my  soul,  the  search  give  o'er, 
Thy  bliss  to  find  in  earthly  things; 
Earth's  beauties  fade,  to  bloom  no  more. 
No  more  to  live  in  future  springs. 

2 

These  vain  delights  that  court  thine  eyes, 
Have  fatal  thorns  in  ambush  laid; 
And  clouds  tempest'ous  fill  those  skies; 
Those  charms  will  die,  those  beauties  fade. 
3 

What  sure  reward  can  gold  bestow? 
Can  worldly  honors  truly  please? 
As  shifty  those  as  winds  that  blow, 
As  fickle  these  as  boist'rous  seas. 

4 

Then,  soul,  return  from  earthly  things, 
Leave  those  deceiving  charms  behind; 
The  riches  which  the  gospel  brings 
Are  purest  treasures  of  the  mind. 

5 

These  beauties  never  fade  nor  die, 
Nor  autumn  nips  the  flowers  of  spring; 
No  dismal  clouds  shall  fill  these  skies, 
Nor  grief  forbid  the  soul  to  sing. 

6 

A  sure  reward  that  soul  shall  find, 
Who  makes  his  God  his  trust  and  stay; 
Honor  and  wealth,  by  grace  refined, 
Nor  shall  these  riches  pass  away. 


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348.    C.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

Christian  lover. 

FROM  worldly  noise  I  would  retire, 

The  silent  grove  I'd  seek; 
Could  I  but  meet  my  soul's  desire. 

And  worship  at  his  feet. 

2 

Beside  some  pleasant  stream  I'd  rove, 

Where  spotless  lilies  grow; 
On  bended  knees  would  seek  my  love, 

Beneath  some  shady  bough. 

3 

Here,  if  I  could  not  find  my  love, 

I'd  write  his  sacred  name; 
So  that  by  chance  some  heav'nly  dove 

Might  read  and  learn  my  flame. 

4 

But  if  my  Lord  should  here  be  seen, 

I*d  press  him  to  my  breast, 
And  on  the  margin  of  some  stream, 

Commit  my  soul  to  rest. 


349.    C.  M.  KL  Ballou. 

Zion's  watchmen. 

BEHOLD,  on  Zion's  mystic  walls, 
Her  watchmen  stand  and  cry; 

jEach  to  her  sons  and  daughters  calls; 
They  preach  a  Savior  nigh. 

% 

How  beaut'ous  are  their  willing  feet, 

Who  walk  this  city  round: 
Who  oft  with  great  assemblies  meetj 

To  preach  the  joyful  sound. 


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3 

0  may  I  bear  a  humble  part, 

In  this  divine  employ; 
The  work  pursue  with  faithful  heart, 

And  taste  the  heav'nly  joy. 

4 

Might  I  l)ut  live  to  see  the  day, 

When  Zion  shall  arise; 
No  longer  should  I  wish  to  stay; 

In  peace  would  close  mine  eyes. 

5 

Th'  appointed  time  will  surely  come, 
The  day  begins  to  dawn; 

Some  heav'nly  rays,  from  Christ  our  sun- 
Proclaim  the  joyful  morn. 


350.    C.  M.  Kneelan». 

The  good  tidings  of  the  gospel.  Isa.  ii.  7 — 10.  Matth. 

xiii.  16j  17. 
LO,  from  the  mountains  of  the  law, 

UnvaiPd  by  Christ  our  Lord; 
Which  prophets  at  a  distance  saw, 

Flows  down  the  living  word. 

Behold,  approaching  from  the  east, 

The  feet  of  Zion's  King! 
He  doth  proclaim  celestial  peace, 

And  joyful  tidings  bring. 

3 

He  publishes  salvation,  free, 

To  all  our  guilty  race — 
Our  God  shall  reign  eternally, 

And  save  the  world  by  grace. 


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4 

The  watchmen  shall  lift  up  the  voice, 

Together  shall  they  sing; 
And  in  the  Lord  they  shall  rejoice, 

Who  doth  salvation  bring. 

5 

How  blessed  are  our  eyes  and  ears. 
Which  see  and  hear  the  word; 

Dispelling  all  our  slavish  fears 
In  serving  Christ  the  Lord. 

6 

The  Lord  makes  bare  his  holy  arm. 
Thro'  all  the  world  abroad: 

The  ends  of  all  the  earth  shall  see 
Their  Savior  and  their  God. 


351.  P.  M.  II.  Ballov, 

Self  examination. 

WHAT  is  this  within  me  burning? 
What  a  flame  is  this  I  feel? 
This  I  can't  avoid  by  turning, 
Is't  a  pure  or  blinded  zeal? 
Lord  I  would  myself  examine. 
Help  me  by  thy  light  divine; 
That  I  rightly  may  determine, 
May  thy  graces  in  me  shine. 

When  I  pray?  my  soul  extended 
Sends  her  warm  desires  abroad, 
That  my  foes  may  be  befriended* 
Is  it  wrong?  O  tell  me,  Lord! 
Where  in  all  thy  vast  creation 
Is  that  soul  I  do  not  love? 


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Grant,  dear  Lord,  to  all  salvation, 
Or  my  error  disapprove, 
3 

Still  the  ardent  fire  increases, 
When  thy  honors,  Lord,  I  see; 
May  thy  grace,  which  me  releases, 
Set  the  world  from  bondage  free. 
I  appeal  to  thee,  my  Savior, 
To  correct,  if  I  am  wrong; 
Am  I  right,  O  then  I'll  never 
Cease  thy  praises  in  my  song. 


352.    P.  M.  Kneeland. 

The  cause  of  doubt. 

WHEN  by  faith  I  see  my  Savior, 
Then  I  do  not  doubt  of  life; 
Pleasant  smiles  and  loving  favor 
Free  my  soul  from  care  and  strife; 
Trusting  in  that  blessed  token, 
Jesus  bow'' d  his  head  and  dy'd! 
Then  the  bands  of  death  are  broken 
And  my  soul  is  justify'd. 

2 

But  when  faith  grows  cold  and  languid, 
Then  my  Lord  is  out  of  sight; 
Cruel  death  is  then  demanded, 
Nothing  gives  my  soul  delight: 
All  before  is  sad  and  gloomy, 
Nought  behind  will  e'er  return; 
Unto  death  my  soul  is  doomed; 
Life  is  given  but  to  mourn! 


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3 

Dearest  Lord!  whilst  thou  dost  lengthen 

Out  the  brittle  thread  of  life; 

Give  me  grace  my  faith  to  strengthen; 

Banish  unbelief  and  strife; 

May  I  never  doubt  thy  mercy 

Given  me  in  Christ  my  Lord; 

If  he  lives  I  shall  live  also — 

This  is  Jesus'  sacred  word. 

353.    S.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

Seeking"  after  God- 

WHY  is  my  heart  so  cold? 
No  quickening  zeal  for  God? 
Dear  Lord,  thy  warming  grace  unfold, 
The  pow'r  of  Jesus'  blood. 

2 

Why  should  I  careful  be 
For  vanities  of  life? 
What  can  I  in  creation  see, 
That's  worth  this  care  and  strife? 

3 

Why  should  I  try  to  feed 
On  folly's  poor  repast! 
These  treach'rous  baits  my  soul  would  lead 
To  pain  and  wo  at  last. 

4 

O  make  thy  wisdom  shine, 
Give  me  thy  counsels,  Lord, 
And  more  my  heart  to  thee  incline. 
And  more  unfold  thy  word. 
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354.    C.  M.       H.  Ballou. 

The  church  seeking  her  Spouse. 

I  LONG  my  Savior's  face  to  see, 

I  long  for  his  embrace; 
In  his  dear  arms  I  long  to  be, 

To  feast  upon  his  grace. 

2 

Ye  watchmen,  tell  me,  have  you  seen 
My  Lord,  my  soul's  desire? 

O  did  he  speak  of  his  fair  queen? 
For  me  did  he  inquire? 

3 

I've  wander' d  all  this  gloomy  night, 
Thro'  a  strange  wilderness; 

Nor  have  I  seen  my  soul's  delight, 
In  all  my  deep  distress. 

4 

He  comes,  he  flies  on  wings  of  light, 

I  feel  his  infl'ence  rise; 
He'll  chase  the  darkness  of  the  night, 

Aud  bless  my  longing  eyes. 


355.    P.  M.  S.  Streeter. 

An  expostulation  with  the  youth.  Eccl.  xii.  1. 

COME  all  ye  lovely  youth, 

Now  in  your  blooming  days, 

Observe  the  words  of  truth, 

And  walk  in  wisdom's  ways; 
Remember  your  creator  Lord, 
Revere  his  law,  obey  his  word. 

Now  while  the  silver  cord 
Of  life,  unloos'd,  remains. 


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And  streams  of  youthful  blood 
Run  freely  thro'  your  veins; 
Remember  your  creator  Lord, 
Revere  his  law,  obey  his  word. 

3 

Consent  ye  not  to  sin; 

All  vanity  forsake; 

>Tis  but  an  empty  sound, 

Mere  chalF  without  the  wheat: 
Remember  your  creator  Lord, 
Revere  his  law,  obey  his  word. 

4 

The  rapid  strides  of  time 

Will  fleeting  life  destroy; 

And  vain  pursuits,  we  find, 

Contain  no  real  joy. 
Remember  your  creator  Lord, 
Revere  his  law,  obey  his  word. 

5 

Consider,  Christ  your  King, 
While  yet  in  tender  youth, 
Forsook  each  worldly  thing, 
To  do  the  works  of  truth. 
Remember  your  creator  Lord, 
Revere  his  law,  obey  his  word. 

6 

His  easy  yoke  embrace, 
And  burden  that  is  light; 
He'll  fill  your  s^ul  with  peace, 
Your  heart  with  sweet  delight. 
Remember  your  creator  Lord, 
Revere  his  law,  obey  his  word. 


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356.    If.  M.  Kneeland. 

A  call  to  the  youth. 

COME,  all  ye  tender,  lovely  youth, 
While  health  is  blooming  on  each  cheek, 
Attend  the  words  of  sacred  truth, 
And  solid  joy  and  comfort  seek. 

2 

Your  youthful  days  will  soon  be  past, 
And  stern  old  age  comes  hast'ning  on; 
The  time  will  surely  come  at  last, 
When  earthly  pleasures  must  be  gone. 

3 

Or  death  may  take  you  in  the  bloom; 
Your  months,  or  days,  may  now  be  few; 
Your  sun  of  life  may  set  at  noon, 
And  you  must  bid  this  world  adieu. 

J  4 

Then  learn  to  treasure  in  your  hearts 
A  store  of  truth  and  heav'nl)  iove; 
The  gospel  grace  this  store  imparts, 
And  brings  your  souls  to  God  above* 


357.    L.  M.  Kneeland. 

Consolation  to  the  aged. 

YE  aged  fathers,  mothers  dear, 
Who  worship  leaning  on  the  staff; 
The  words  of  consolation  hear; 
The  Lord  doth  speak  on  your  behalf. 

2 

'Tis  he  alone  has  staid  your  feet, 
Thro'  all  the  various  scenes  of  life; 
In  him  alone  your  comforts  meet: 
He  frees  your  souls  from  sin  and  strife. 


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3 

Nought  in  this  world  can  give  you  rest, 
But  faith  in  God,,  your  Savior  dear; 
In  him  your  souls  are  richly  blest; 
He  maketh  you  his  tender  care. 

4 

Like  shocks  of  corn,  when  fully  ripe, 
The  Lord  will  bring  your  spirits  home, 
And  fill  you  with  his  heav'nly  light. 
All  thro'  the  merits  of  his  Son. 

358.    S.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

Living  by  faith,  ' 

BY  faith  may  Jesus  dwell 
In  our  believing  hearts; 
While  he,  that  love  which  none  can  tell, 
In  streams  of  grace,  imparts. 

Then  may  we  comprehend, 
With  all  the  saints  in  light; 
And  see  his  boundless  grace  extend, 
And  know  its  depth  and  height. 

3 

Then  fiil'd  with  ev'ry  grace. 
From  strength  to  strength  we'll  go; 
While  Jesus  shews  his  smiling  face. 
In  ev'ry  scene  of  wo. 

4 

Soon  we  shall  victors  be, 
And  crowns  of  glory  wear; 
In  endless  peace  our  Captain  see, 
And  dwell  for  ever  there, 

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359.  C.  M.        H.  Ballou. 

Expostulation  with  the  youth  J 

COME,  pleasant  youth,  your  voices  raise^ 
The  Lord  deserves  your  song; 

On  sounding  timbrels  join  to  praise. 
And  loud  the  tune  prolong.  , 
2 

He  gave  you  strength  and  beauty  fair; 

He  sweetens  life  for  ;*  ju: 
He  makes  the  tender  youth  his  care; 

To  him  your  praise  i>  due. 

The  eyes  of  sense  and  softness  rollj 

By  his  divine  command: 
And  ev'ry  faculty  of  soul 

Is  given  by  his  hand. 

4 

Yea,  more,  for  you  the  Lord  hath  done. 

That  you  might  praise  his  name; 
He  sent  his  own  beloved  Son. 

That  you  with  him  might  reign. 

360.  C.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

The  vanity  of  time. 

HOW  fast  time's  hasty  moments  run! 

How  soon  our  days  are  past! 
Lo.  ev'ry  morn  and  ev'ning  sun? 

But  fleeting  moments  last! 

A  morning  past,  or  ev'ning  gone, 

Will  visit  us  no  more; 
Their  precious  hours  will  ne'er  return 

To  lengthen  out  our  store. 


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How  soon  do  youth  and  beauty  fade, 

Decripid  age  comes  on; 
Sure  man  in  vanity  is  made; 

Behold!  his  race  is  run. 

4 

But  O,  my  soul,  there  is  a  day 

Of  righteousness  divine; 
Where  youth  and  beauty  ne'er  decay- 

With  endless  lustre  shine. 


361.  C.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

The  new  creation, 

WHEN  will  the  eyelids  of  that  morn 

Open  upon  our  sight; 
When  all  creation  shall  be  born, 

And  beauty  chase  our  night? 

When  will  the  Sun  of  Righteousness^ 

With  healing  in  his  wings, 
The  num'rous  sons  of  Adam  bless, 

With  love's  eternal  springs? 

3 

The  promis'dday  will  surely  come; 

Its  beauties  shall  unfold 
What  Jesus  hath  for  mortals  done. 

While  we  with  joy  beholds 
4 

A  new  creation  then  shall  rise, 

By  the  Almighty's  hand; 
Andtho'  the  old  creation  dies, 

The  new  shall  always  stand, 


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362.    S.  M.         H.  Ballou. 

Thirsting*  for  living  water. 

MY  soul  is  fainting  fast. 
For  waters  from  the  Rock; 
0  grant,  dear  Lord,  a  sweet  repast, 
For  me  and  all  thy  flock. 

2 

Why  should  we  go  astray, 
And  lose  thy  blessed  smiles? 
How  oft  our  sins  do  us  betray, 
Our  folly  oft  beguiles. 

3 

Thy  spirit  Lord  impart, 
Expel  the  deadly  foe; 
And  in  each  penitential  heart, 
Make  living  waters  flow. 

4 

Our  souls  are  fainting  fast, 
For  waters  from  the  Rock; 
O  grant,  dear  Lord,  a  sweet  repast, 
For  us  and  all  thy  flock. 

363.    S.  M.       H.  Ballou. 

Prayer  in  faith. 

MUST  christians  pray  for  nought? 
Will  God  refuse  to  hear; 
Has  he  his  promises  forgot? 
Must  we  both  doubt  and  fear? 

2 

Is  all  assurance  lost? 
And  hope  become  forlorn? 
Abortive  prove  the  mighty  cost? 
In  vain  was  Jesus  born? 


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3 

No!  saints,  with  fervor  pray, 
With  faith,  and  hope,  and  zeal; 
Our  God  will  briog  the  glorious  day, 
And  all  his  love  reveal. 

4 

Salvafion  shall  extend, 
Like  your  desires  abroad; 
The  Lord  in  honor  will  defend 
His  promise,  and  his  word. 

364.   C.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

Armor  of  God.    Eph.  vii  13,  &c. 

MAY  we  thine  armor,  Lord,  put  on, 

And  in  thy  spirit  fighf; 
Pursue  the  vict'ries  of  thy  Son, 

And  march  in  perfect  light. 

Girded  with  truth,  our  loins  make  strong, 
Our  breast  plate  righteousness; 

We'll  loudly  sing  the  martial  song, 
And  uniformly  dress. 

3 

Shod  with  thy  gospel,  may  our  feet 

Stand  on  the  hills  of  light; 
Shielded  with  faith,  our  foes  we'll  meet, 

Beneath  thy  banner  fight. 

4 

Salvation  for  an  helmet  give, 

Thy  spirit  for  a  sword; 
No  ruling  foe  shall  in  us  live, 

But  die  beneath  thy  word* 


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5 

This  armor,  Lord,  give  us  each  day, 

O  may  we  faithful  prove; 
Learn  us  to  watch,  learn  us  to  pray, 

And  wrestle  hard  in  love. 

6 

O  may  the  pow'rs  of  darkness  fall, 

And  wickedness  decay; 
We'll  still  upon  our  Captain  call, 

And  shout  the  perfect  day. 

365.    L.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

For  God's  assistance  in  worship. 

GRANT  us  a  visit,  dearest  Lord, 
In  gentle  streams  of  grace  descend; 
Open  the  treasures  of  thy  word, 
From  ev'ry  sin  thy  church  defend. 

Thy  branches  bend,  thou  living  vine, 
Clusters  of  fruit  to  us  impart; 
O  may  our  joys  be  all  divine, 
May  heav'nly  love  fill  ev'ry  heart. 

3 

In  unity  may  we  abound, 
Thy  wisdom  with  our  zeal  combine; 
And  joyful  sing  on  heav'nly  ground, 
And  keep  the  golden  path  divine. 

4 

O  may  our  worship,  Lord,  to  day, 
Accepted  be  in  Jesus'  name; 
Whether  we  preach,  or  sing,  or  pray, 
May  love  be  all  the  sacred  tiame. 


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366.    C.  M.  H.  Ballot 

Prayer. 

LORD;  from  thy  holy  hill  descend, 
And  bless  thy  children  here  ; 

From  doubts  and  unbelief  defend. 
And  banish  all  our  fear. 

May  gentle  streams  from  thy  right  hand 

Meander  in  our  way  ; 
And  by  thine  all  preserving  hand, 

Forbid  our  feet  to  stray. 

3 

With  single  eyes  we  may  behold 

The  beauties  of  thy  grace; 
To  us  thy  mysteries  unfold, 

Reveal  thy  lovely  face. 

4  ' 

O  make  this  day  a  jubilee, 

Make  known  thy  sacred  word ; 

From  bondage  set  thy  captives  free, 
That  they  may  love  thee,  Lord. 


367.    L,  M.  Kneelind. 

Lord's  Prayer.    Partly  from  Winchester. 

OUR  Father,  God,  in  heaven  above, 
Perfect  in  wisdom,  power,  and  love; 
Be  thy  great  name  by  all  revered  : 
Thy  precepts  lov'd,  thy  judgments  fear'd. 

O  may  thy  kingdom  quickly  come; 
Make  every  heart  thy  constant  home. 
Lord,  as  in  heaven,  on  earth  thy  will 
Let  all  the  human  race  fulfil. 


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3 

Give  us  this  day  our  daily  bread: 
Br  spirit,  soul,  and  body  fed. 
Pardon  of  sins  may  we  receive, 
As  we  all  trespasses  forgive. 

4 

Leave  us  not  in  temptation's  way: 
Nor  let  our  souls  in  error  stray. 
From  sin  and  ill  (forever  join'd) 
Deliver  us  and  all  mankind. 

5 

Thy  kingdom  shall  for  ever  stand; 
All  things  adhere  to  thy  command; 
Firm  as  thy  goodness,  glory,  pow'r. 
From  age  to  age,  and  evermore. 


368.    L.  M.  Kneeland. 

Invocation. 

O  LORD  of  Hosts!  All  Gracious  God! 
According  to  thy  sacred  word, 
Here,  in  thine  earthly  court  we  meet, 
To  worship  at  Immanuers  feet. 

O  t-?ne  our  lips  with  heav'nly  lays, 
W  h  one  accord  to  sing  thy  praise; 
May  thy  rich  grace  inspire  each  heartj 
Thy  loving  kindness,  Lord,  impart. 

3 

Give  each  thy  spirit,  Lord,  this  day, 
Assist  whene'er  we  sing  or  pray, 
In  our  iei  otion  may  we  find 
A  consolation  to  the  mind. 


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4 

Send  down  thy  wisdom  from  above, 
And  warm  each  heart  with  heav'nly  love. 
May  we  thy  mighty  acts  record, 
And  shout  hosannas  to  the  Lord. 

369.    S.  M.  Kneeland. 

Prayer  for  the  whole  world, 

IS  not  thy  promise  pledg'd, 
O  Lord,  unto  thy  Son, 
That  thro'  the  nations  of  the  earth 
Thy  word  of  life  shall  run? 

2 

u  I  give  the  heathen — all — 
For  thine  inheritance. 
And  to  the  world's  remotest  bounds 
Thine  empire  shall  advance." 

3 

Hast  thou  not  said,  the  Jews 
Shall  their  Redeemer  own; 
And  Gentiles  hear  the  joyful  news 
And  worship  at  thy  throne? 

4 

Are  not  all  nations,  tongues, 
And  kingdoms  under  heav'n, 
To  the  dominion  of  thy  Son, 
Without  exception,  giv'n? 

5 

From  east,  west,  north,  and  south, 
Then  be  his  name  ador'd; 
And  all  the  world  in  concert  shout 
Hosannas  to  the  Lord! 

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370.  P.  M.  Kneelanb. 

Prayer . 

THOU  Great  First  Cause!  least  understood! 
Eternal  Source  of  ev'ry  good, 
Who  from  eternal  ages  stood, 

Unchangiug  God!  Jehovah!  Lord! 
To  whom  all  nature  bows  the  knee^ 
Adoring  angels  worship  pay, 
And  seraphim  attune  the  lay, 

Obeying  thy  omnific  word. 

2 

Display  thy  nature,  which  is  Love, 
Make  ev'ry  heart  thy  goodness  prove, 
To  sing  thy  name  in  realms  above, 

Enthroned  with  Jesus  Christ  on  higbj 
And  may  thy  mercy  still  abound, 
Thro'  nature's  void,  the  world  around, 
'Till  sinners,  all  in  glory  crown'd, 

Shall  holy  live,  no  more  to  die. 

3 

Then  shall  thy  name  have  endless  praise, 
From  ey;ry  creature's  deathless  lays, 
When  thou  shalt  lengthen  out  their  days., 

Inheav'n,  to  sacred  worship  pay; 
Immortal  joy  shall  be  the  song, 
Sung  by  all  nature's  num'rous  throng, 
And  glory  shall  the  hymn  prolong 

To  an  eternal,  endless  day. 

371.  C.  M.  S.  Ballow. 

Prayer. 

O  LORD,  we  bow  before  thy  throne, 
Confess  in  meekness  there; 


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That  thou  art  God,  beside  there  ?s  none 
Can  hear  and  grant  our  prayer. 

Then  while  our  wants,  O  God,  shall  last, 

Thy  blessing  we  implore; 
We  thank  thee  for  thy  favors  past. 

And  humbly  pray  for  more, 
3 

Continue,  Lord,  to  fill  our  stores 

With  bounties  of  thy  hand; 
Let  no  rude  foe  invade  our  shores. 

Let  peace  attend  our  land. 

4 

Strengthen  thy  church,  O  God,  and  make 

Their  souls  in  union  dwell; 
All  this  we  ask  for  Jesus'  sake, 

Who  doth  thy  sons  excel. 


372.    L.  M.  Turner. 

Opening  of  service. 

O  GOD  of  grace,  before  thy  throne, 
Thy  suppl'anls  bow  with  holy  fear; 
Those  thou  art  pleas'd  to  call  thine  owl 
Invoke  thy  sacred  presence  here. 

Kind  Source  of  light!  thy  blessing  grant, 
Bestow  on  us  thy  cheering  rays; 
Supply  our  vary'd  mental  want, 
And  thus  inspire  our  hearts  to  praise, 


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3 

Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above, 
To  dissipate  ihe  darksome  gloom; 
Sweet  emanation  of  thy  Jove! 
To  these  desiring  bosoms  come. 

4 

Give  to  thy  word  successful  course, 
And  spread  the  triumphs  of  thy  name; 
May  truth  exhibit  all  her  force, 
And  put  the  lying  lip  to  shame. 

5 

And  while  we  worship  at  thy  feet, 

Where  vailed  angels  do  adore; 

Give  us  in  fellowship  to  meet, 

To  sing  thy  grace  and  speak  thy  pow'r. 


373.    L.  M.  Kneeland. 

The  same. 

IN  thine  own  house,  O  Lord,  we  meet, 
This  day,  to  worship  at  thy  feet; 
T*>  join  our  voices  in  thy  praise, 
And  speak  of  all  thy  works  and  ways. 

Thy  branches  bend,  Thou  sacred  Fine! 
Refresh  our  hearts  with  gospel  wine; 
May  streams  of  mercy  from  above 
Fi<]  every  soul  with  heavenly  love. 

3 

Bless  speaker  and  the  people  too ; 
May  all  desire  thy  truth  to  know  : 
Biesa  old  and  young,  the  bond  and  free, 
Who  worship  on  the  suppl'ant  knee. 


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4 

With  thy  rich  grace,  O  crown  the  day! 
And  at  the  close  may  each  one  say, 
A  day  devoted  to  thy  name 
Is  worth  a  thousand  days  of  sin. 

374.    C.  M.  H.  Ballot?. 

Praise  to  God. 

IN  union  let  our  voices  join, 

To  hymn  eternal  praise 
To  God  our  Savior,  all  divine. 

And  tell  his  wond'rous  ways, 
2 

This  fair  creation  by  his  pow'r 
Was  form'd,,  and  by  his  skill, 

In  perfect  order  ev'ry  hour, 
Effects  his  gracious  will. 

3 

The  sun,  the  moon,  and  ev'ry  star; 

This  earth,  with  all  its  seas;  < 
In  order  kept,  without  a  jar, 

Fulfil  his  great  decrees. 

4 

The  various  tribes  in  nature  form'd, 

On  land,  or  in  the  sea; 
With  diff'rent  pow'rs  and  shapes  adorn'd, 

All  praise  the  Deity. 

5 

But  man,  the  Lord  of  all  below, 

With  richest  favors  blest. 
Should  strive  his  Maker's  praise  to  show. 

Excelling  all  the  rest. 


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6 

Theu  let  our  hearts  in  union  join, 

To  hymn  eternal  praise, 
To  God  our  Savior,  al)  divine, 

And  celebrate  his  ways. 

375.    C.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

All  things  praise  God. 

NOW  God  I  see  in  ev'ry  thing, 
His  works  all  shout  his  praise; 

I  would  them  join  and  loudly  sing, 
And  tell  his  wond'rous  ways. 

2 

The  sun,  the  moon,  and  ev'ry  star, 

The  earth  with  ev'ry  flood; 
Extend  his  honors  bright  and  far. 

And  tell  us  of  a  God. 

3 

The  diff'rent  seasons  he  ordains, 
And  fills  the  earth  with  food; 

The  winter  snows  and  summer  rains 
Declare  that  God  is  good. 

4 

The  cattle  on  a  thousand  hills, 
He  makes  his  constant  care; 

With  ueeded  good,  the  hungry  fills, 
And  they  his  praise  declare. 

5 

Fish  in  the  sea  of  ev'ry  form, 

Each  on  his  goodness  lives; 
And  ev'ry  bird,  and  ev'ry  worm, 

Receives  but  what  he  gives. 


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6 

O  man!  recount  the  many  ways. 

In  which  the  Lord  is  kind; 
And  join  al)  creatures  in  his  praise, 

With  all  thy  pow'rs  of  mind. 

376.    C.  M.  Kneeland. 

Universal  Praise.    Psaim  148. 

LET  earth  rejoice  and  nature  sing 

To  praise  th'  eternal  God; 
Ye  heav'nly  hosts  the  song  begin, 

And  sound  his  name  abroad, 
2 

Thou  sun,  that  glorious  orb  of  light, 

And  moon  with  paler  rays; 
Ye  stars,  that  decorate  the  night, 

Shine  to  your  Maker's  praise, 
3 

Ye  hills  and  plains,  in  vary'd  forms, 
His  pow'r  and  wisdom  show; 

Ye  beasts,  and  birds,  and  creeping  worms, 
Praise  him  that  made  you  so. 

4 

Ye  boist'rous  storms  of  various  kinds, 

Or  zephyrs  gently  blown; 
Ye  trees  and  shrubs,  in  concert  join, 

To  praise  the  Lord  alone. 

5 

Let  all  the  sons  of  Adam's  race, 

Of  e?'ry  birth  and  blood, 
Proclaim  abroad  redeeming  grace 

And  praise  th'  eternal  God. 


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6 

Let  nature  join  with  human  art 

To  praise  a  Savior's  love, 
Who  keeps  our  souls  all  nigh  his  heart. 

And  carries  them  above. 

377.    L.  M.         S.  Streeter. 

The  ascriptions  of  praise  to  the  Lamb.  Rev. 
11—13.  vL  9,  10. 

LO,  what  enraptur'd  songs  of  praise 
Resound  thro'  heav'n  to  Christ  the  Lamb! 
Adoring  angels  on  him  gaze, 
And  swell  the  golden  trump  of  fame! 

Ten  thousand  times  ten  thousand  stand. 
Thousands  of  thousands  spirits  bright, 
Around  the  throne,  and  to  him  bend, 
Enrobed  in  life's  primeval  light. 

3 

Worthy  they  sing,  is  Christ  the  Lamb9 
Of  wisdom,  riches,  blessing,  pow'r? 
And  honor,  glory:  he  was  slain 
To  save  from  sin  for  ever  more. 

4 

Again  a  countless,  mingled  throng, 
All  clad  in  white,  palms  in  their  hands, 
Of  ev'ry  nation,  kindred,  tongue, 
Unite  with  the  angelic  bands. 

5 

Salvation  to  the  Lamb  they  cry, 
That  sits  upon  the  shining  throne; 
Who  once  for  sinful  men  did  die, 
That  he  might  seek  and  bring  them  home. 


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6 

Hosanna!  all  have  join'd  the  song, 
In  heav'n,  in  earth,  and  in  the  seas; 
Salvation  sounds  from  ev'ry  tongue, 
In  swelling  notes  of  ceaseless  praise! 


378.    L.  M.        S.  Streeter. 
Praise* 

NOW  to  the  Lord  who  built  the  skies 
Let  grateful  songs  of  praise  arise; 
By  all  that  dwell  beneath  the  sun, 
Now  be  his  grace  in  concert  sung. 

Far  as  the  rolling  planets  move 
He  spreads  his  mercy  and  his  love; 
Thro'  ev'ry  land*  and  ev'ry  clime, 
His  wond'rous  works  of  goodness  shine. 
3 

So  let  his  goodness  be  express'd, 
From  north  to  south,  from  east  to  west, 
And  ev'ry  living  thing  adore 
His  name,  while  sun  and  moon  endure. 


379.    C.  M.  S.  Streeter. 

The  same. 

JOIN  ev'ry  heart  and  ev'ry  tongue, 

And  sing  Jehovah's  praise; 
Come,  shout  the  wonders  of  his  love, 

Thevict'ries  of  his  grace! 

2 

Far  as  the  circuit  of  the  sun 
He  makes  his  mercy  known; 


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To  ev'ry  soul  thro*  ev'ry  land 
He  sends  his  blessings  down. 

3 

So  let  his  sweetest  praises  sound, 

By  all,  thro'  ev'ry  clime; 
While  moon  and  stars  reflect  their  light 

Or  suns  propitious  shine. 


380.    S.  M.         S.  Streeter. 

The  same. 

A  JOYFUL  song  to  God 
Now  let  our  voices  raise; 
His  wond'rous  works  and  boundless  love 
Do  well  demand  our  praise. 

He  gives  us  wholesome  food 
And  richest  draughts  of  wine; 
And  life,  thro'  Christ's  redeeming  blood, 
Immortal  and  divine. 

3 

So  let  us  sing  his  praise 
While  life  and  being  last; 
Then  taste  those  beatific  joys 
Which  cannot  be  express'd. 


381.    L.  M.        S.  Streeter. 

Universal  praise.    Psalm  148. 

PRAISE  ye  the  Lord,  all  nature  join, 

In  tuneful  melody  divine; 

Let  the  broad  universe  around, 

In  various  ways,  his  praises  snund. 


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2 

Angels  on  grateful  pinions  move 
And  sing  his  praise  in  worlds  above; 
And  Seraphs  as  ye  hover  round 
Swell  till  ye  raise  the  highest  sound. 

3 

All  round  the  earth  more  swiftly  run 
And  flame  his  praise,  ye  moon  and  sun; 
Ye  starry  lights,  of  twinkling  rays, 
Sparkle  in  ev'ry  gleam  his  praise. 

4 

Streak  out  his  praise  ye  orient  beams, 
And  brighter  shine,  ye  noon-tide  flames, 
And  darkness,  as  you  creep  along, 
Whisper  to  him  a  grateful  song. 

5 

Ye  heav'n  of  heav'ns  aloud  proclaim 
His  swelling  praise,  in  lofty  strains; 
And  rolling  billows,  as  ye  rise, 
Sound  it  responsive  thro'  the  skies. 

6 

ITe  dragons,  with  tremendous  roar, 
Unite  and  sing  his  matchless  pow'r; 
And  finny  tribes,  that  cut  the  seas, 
Raise  thro'  the  wat'ry  world  his  praise. 
7 

Resound  his  praise,  ye  thunders  high, 
Ye  lightnings,  flash  it  through  the  sky; 
And  stormy  winds,  and  raging  fire, 
Rain,  hail,  and  snow,  in  praise  conspire. 
8 

Ye  lofty  bills  and  mountains,  praise, 
With  howling  wilds  and  fruitful  trees; 
And  teeming  fields,  and  meadows  gay, 
With  murmuring  streams,  repeat  the  lay, 


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9 

Ye  beasts,  of  ev'ry  size  and  name, 
O*  rarious  kinds,  both  wild  and  tame; 
A    creeping  things  and  flying  birds, 
Unite  to  praise  the  sov'reign  Lord. 

10 

Y   kings  and  judges  of  the  earth, 
And  people  of  more  humble  birth; 
Both  ri? ale  and  female,  old  and  young, 
Praise,  praise  Jehovah  in  your  song. 


382.    L.  M.  Kneeland. 

Praise  to  God. 

PRAISE  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below: 
Praise  him  for  all  that  he  hath  done; 
Praise  God,  Jehovah,  in  your  song. 

2 

Praise  him  who  spread  the  starry  sky, 
And  fix'd  those  orbs  of  light  on  high; 
Who  made  the  air,  the  earth,  and  seas, 
And  bound  them  all  by  firm  decrees. 

3 

Praise  him  who  fix'd  all  nature's  forms; 
Made  man  and  beast,  and  creeping  worms- 
Fish  of  the  sea,  and  fowls  of  air; 
And  feeds  them  all  with  plent'ous  fare. 

4 

Praise  him  who  sent  his  Son  to  die, 

To  raise  our  souls  to  God  on  high; 

To  endless  joy  in  realms  above; 

Praise,  praise.  O  praise  the  God  of  Lofl! 


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383.  S.  M.  Kneeland. 

Worthy  is  the  Lamb  &c»     Rev,  v.  12,  13 

WORTH  Y  the  Paschal  Lamb! 
In  Jewry  that  was  slain; 
From  sin  to  save  rebellious  man. 
And  set  him  free  from  pain. 

2 

Riches  and  pow'r  be  giv'n, 
Wisdom  and  honor  too; 
Blessing  and  strength,  preserv'd  in  heav'n 
And  glory  ever  new. 

3 

These  seven  notes  of  praise 
Shall  on  the  Savior  roll; 
In  heaven's  joy. inspiring  lays, 
From  ev'ry  living  soul. 

4 

All  creatures  high  and  low, 
In  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  seas; 
§hall  strive  the  Savior's  love  to  show,, 
And  to  exalt  his  praise. 

384.  L.  M.  S.  Ballot. 

Praise. 

LET  God  alone  have  endless  praise^ 
Who  sent  his  Holy  Child  of  light; 
To  turn  our  hearts  from  sinful  ways^ 
And  set  our  wand'ring  feet  aright. 

2 

He  gives  us  hope,  he  gives  us  faith^ 
And  eyes  that  wc  may  clearly  see; 
To  shun  the  blind  and  dismal  path 
®f  darkness,  vice,  and  vanity. 
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3 

He  gives  us  life,  he  gives  us  love, 

And  comfort,  peace,  and  strength;  and  wings 

Of  faith,  to  soar  to  worlds  above, 

And  view  the  joys  of  heav'nly  things. 

385.    L.    M.  Turner. 

A  call  to  Thanksgiving  and  Praise. 

NOW  to  our  God  Jet  praises  rise, 
From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies; 
Throughout  the  earth  his  love  proclaim, 
With  joys  eternal  in  his  name. 

% 

Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone, 
No  rival  fills  th'  eternal  throne; 
We  are  the  creatures  of  his  hand, 
Oar  form  and  frame  his  praise  demand, 

3 

We  are  the  people  of  his  care, 
His  sheep  who  feed  in  pastures  fairj 
The  objects  of  his  tender  love 
Supply'd  with  blessings  from  above. 

4 

Into  his  earthly  temple  come, 
And  raise  the  anthem  and  the  song; 
Let  gratitude  the  lay  inspire, 
The  bosom  glow  with  sacred  fire. 

i  ~  5  •. '^Vy; 

Fgi'  God  in  endless  goodness  reigns, 
And  meicy,  truth,  and  love  maintains; 
Nor  time,  nor  years*  nor  measur'd  space, 
Confines  the  blessings  of  his  grace. 


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380.    C.  M.  Kneeland. 

Redeeming-  grace. 

NOW  shall  my  inward  joys  arise 

And  burst  intoason^; 
The  vent'rous  potes  shall  reach  theskies, 

VViuie  pleasure  tunes  my  tongue. 

Redeeming  grace  is  all  my  theme, 
Which  doth  proceed  from  God; 

I  love  to  speak  in  Jesus'  name, 
And  spread  his  truth  abroad. 

3 

The  ransom'd  shall  rejoice  to  hear 

The  Spirit's  mystic  dove 
Proclaim  aloud,  from  year  to  year, 

A  Savior's  boundless  love. 

4 

Jesus  shall  take  our  spirits  home, 

To  dueli  with  God  on  high; 
Music  shall  dwell  on  ev'ry  tongue, 

And  praises  till  the  sky. 

387.    L.  M.         H.  Ballou. 

Praise. 

NOW  let  all  nature  join  to  praise 
The  Lord,  who  did  its  fabric  raise; 
L>  i  sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  combine. 
And  to  their  Maker's  honor  shine. 

2 

Let  forests,  hills  and  groves  rejoice, 
While  murm'ring  runnels  raise  their  voice; 
And  birds  sit  on  their  boughs,  and  sing 
The  honors  of  their  heav'niy  King. 


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3 

Ye  floods,  that  break  upon  the  shore, 
Teach  man  to  wonder  and  adore; 
Ye  winds,  that  hurry  thro'  the  land, 
Confess  the  pow'r  of  Wisdom's  hand. 

4 

Thunders,  that  roll  along  the  sky, 
Hoarsely  proclaim  his  honors  high; 
While  beasts  and  worms  of  ev'ry  size, 
Declare  their  Maker  good  and  wise. 

5 

More  subtle  pow'rs,  in  nature  found. 
Shall  cause  his  honors  to  abound; 
While  vital  springs  of  nature  play, 
They  shall  their  Maker's  pow'r  display. 
6 

Man's  reason  too  shall  mount  on  high. 
His  lofty  song  shall  never  die; 
He  shall  his  louder  notes  prolong, 
With  deathless  honors  in  his  song. 

388.    C.   M.  Kneelanb. 

He  is  a  refiner's  fire,  &c.    Mai.  iii.  2. 

THE  Lord  hath  come  from  hills  of  light? 

And  who  can  now  abide? 
He'll  put  his  cruel  foes  to  flight, 

And  conquer  lust  and  pride. 

His  love  is  like  refiner's  fire; 

His  grace  like  fuller's  soap; 
Infinite  goodness  doth  conspire 

To  blast  each  wicked  hope. 

3 

In  holy  fire  must  all  be  try'd^ 
Like  gold  and  silver  coin; 


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From  filth  and  dross  be  piirify'd, 
To  make  their  graces  shine. 

4 

When  from  the  fire  the  gold  returns, 

And  leaves  the  dross  behind; 
(While  nought  but  dross  ihe  furnace  burns) 

The  gold  is  well  refin'd. 

5 

So  God  will  purge  the  sons  of  men; 

His  fire  they  must  endure, 
To  cleanse  their  souls  from  guilt  and  sin, 

As  Christ  the  Lord  is  pure. 

389.    C.  M,  Kneeland. 
Christ,  the  sure  Foundation.    1  Cor.  iii.  11—15 

NO  sure  foundation  can  be  laid, 

But  that  which  Christ  did  lay; 
And  mortals  need  not  be  afraid 

That  this  will  e'er  decay. 

2 

On  this  foundation  christians  build, 

Thro'  faith  in  Christ  the  Lord; 
And  all  who  are  in  working  skili'd 

Receive  a  great  reward. 

3 

But  those  who  build  with  wood  and  hay 

Will  rue  their  fruitless  cost; 
The  fire  will  take  their  works  away, 

And  they  shall  sutfer  loss. 

4 

Yet  shall  the  losing  man  be  sav'd, 

By  grace  in  time  to  come; 
The  fire  that  did  his  building  raze 

Shall  waft  his  spirit  home, 
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390.    L.  M.  Kneelanb. 

His  fan  is  in  his  hand,  &c.    Math.  iii.  12, 

THE  Lord  who  holds  the  gospel  fan 
Will  all  the  fields  of  nature  scan; 
Will  truly  purge  his  threshing  floor, 
And  ev'ry  corn  of  wheat  restore. 

2 

The  wheat  into  his  garner  place, 
As  trophies  of  his  sov' reign  grace; 
The  chaff,  by  wind,  shall  all  retire, 
Or  be  consum'd  with  quenchless  fire. 

3 

As  wheat  the  sons  of  men  do  grow, 
From  nature's  stock,  with  sin  and  wo; 
But  ere  the  soul  is  gather'd  in, 
It  must  be  cleans'd  from  guilt  and  sin: 
4 

The  wind  of  grace  must  then  display, 
And  driTe  the  chaff  of  sin  away; 
To  be  consum'd  with  fervent  heat, 
Lest  it  should  mingle  with  the  wheat. 

5 

Thus  precious  souls  are  purify'd, 
And  with  their  God  they  shall  reside; 
Instead  of  chaff,  they  now  are  blest 
With  whiten'd  robes  of  righteousness. 

391.   L.  M.  Kneeland. 

The  voice  of  one  crying  in  the  wilderness. 

HARK!  from  the  wilderness,  and  hear, 
A  voice  proclaims  a  kingdom  near: 
Prepare  the  way.!  the  Lord  is  nigh! 
A  Savior  comes!  sing  praises  high! 


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2 

The  lowest  vales  shall  now  ascend, 
And  highest  hills  shall  humbly  bend; 
The  crooked  paths  shall  all  be  straight, 
And  rough  ways  smooth  the  Lord  will  make, 
3 

Repent,  therefore,  of  all  your  sin, 
With  water  make  your  bodies  clean; 
In  token  of  that  richer  grace, 
Which  sanctifies  the  human  race^ 
4 

With  water  I  indeed  baptize, 
Repentance  preach  to  you  likewise, 
That  fruits  of  love  you  forth  may  bring, 
To  welcome  your  expected  King. 

5 

For  after  me  shall  Shiloh  come, 
(A  light  to  guide  the  Gentiles  home) 
He  shall  baptize  you  all  with  fire; 
And  ev'ry  soul  shall  him  admire. 

392.    C.  M.  Kneeland. 

The  Lord  Jesus  shall  be  revealed  from  heaven  in  flam* 
ing"  fire,  &c.  2  Thes.  i.  7,  8.  Jude  14,  15. 

CHRIST  shall  descend  in  flaming  fire. 

From  heav'n,  behold!  he  comes! 
He  taketh  vengeance,  (holy  ire) 

On  all  the  sinful  ones. 

2 

The  carnal  mind,  of  vain  desire, 

Shall  sure  destruction  see; 
Nothing  can  dwell  in  heav'nly  fire 

But  perfect  purity. 


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3 

The  sentence  now  is  past  on  all, 

Convincing  all  of  sin; 
They  at  his  feet  will  humbly  fall, 

And  all  themselves  condemn. 

4 

But  Christ  sustains  the  sinking  soul 

Who  knows  no  help  beside; 
His  grace  shall  renovate  the  whole — 

For  them  he  groan'd  and  dv'd. 

5 

All  sinful  men  who  know  not  God, 

The  gospel  disobey; 
Must  now  be  wash'd  in  Jesus'  blood, 

To  put  their  sins  away. 

6 

Their  souls  are  reconcil'd  to  God, 

When'er  the  truth  they  find; 
The  fire  of  his  eternal  word 

Consumes  the  carnal  mind. 

393.    C.  M.  Kneeland. 

Behold,  the  day  cometh  that  shall  burn  as  an  oven, 
&c.    Mai.  iv.  1.  2. 

THE  day  of  God  shall  surely  come, 

And  like  an  oven  burn: 
The  proud,  yea,  ev'ry  wicked  one, 

Shall  unto  fuel  turn. 

The  mighty  day  shall  them  consume; 

Thus  saith  the  Lord  of  hosts; 
Their  root  and  branch,  shall  find  no  roonf* 

In  all  the  sacred  coasts. 


4 

333 

3 

Yea,  pride,  and  wrath,  and  carnal  mind, 

God's  only  potent  foes; 
Shall  surely  their  destruction  find, 

Whene'er  the  oven  glows. 

4 

These  are  the  enemies  of  God, 

The  cause  of  sin  and  wo; 
They  sure  must  fall  beneath  his  rod. 

And  to  destruction  go. 

5 

But  all  that  love  my  holy  name, 

And  bow  before  thy  face; 
Shall  then  be  freed  from  moral  pain, 

By  Christ's  atoning  grace. 

6 

Yea,  love,  and  mercy,  justice  pure, 

Those  darling  sons  of  light; 
The  glowing   furnace  shall  endure, 

And  snine  for  ever  bright. 

394.    L.  M.  Kneeland. 

All  manner  of  sins  shall  be  forgiven,  &c.    Mark  uiv 
28,  29.    Isa,  lvii  16. 

ATTEND  and  hear  the  sacred  word, 
Which  Jesus  spake  (the  living  Lord) 
Uato  the  murm'ring  Pharisees, 
Whom  miracles  did  sore  displease. 

All  kinds  of  blasphemy  and  sin, 
Wherewithso'er  they  shall  blaspheme, 
Shall  be  forgiven  unto  men, 
That  they  may  surely  life  obtain. 


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3 

But  the  vile  wretch  who  shall  abuse 
The  Holy  Spirit,  or  my  love; 
Hath  not  forgiveness  to  the  age, 
In  which  a  recompense  is  made, 
4 

They  shall  receive  in  all  their  sin, 
A  recompense  of  guilt  and  pain; 
The  judgment  long  shall  all  endure, 
Whose  sinful  hearts  aie  so  impure. 

5 

But  Christ  in  mercy  will  return; 
(For  should  his  vengeance  always  burn, 
Spirits  of  men  would  surely  fade; 
The  souls  would  shrink  which  God  hath  made.) 
6 

He'll  raise  the  soul  from  deep  distress, 
And  clothe  it  with  his  righteousness; 
Blasphemous  sins  shall  be  forgiv'n, 
And  lansom'd  souls  be  brought  to  heav'n. 


395.    L.  ML  Kneeland. 

Christ,  the  propitiation  for  the  sins  of  the  whole 
World.    1  John  ii.  % 

AWAKE!  my  soul!  away,  thy  fears! 
And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on; 
The  Mediator  now  appears, 
T'  atone  for  all  thy  follies  done. 


He  is  thy  Advocate  and  King; 
Piopitiator,  all  in  one; 
Eternal  life  is  his  to  bring, 
For  all  thy  sins  he  doth  atone. 


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3 

And  not  for  thee,  alone,  did  h& 
Propitiation  make  for  sin; 
The  Father  gave  his  Son,  to  be 
Complete  salvation  for  all  men. 

4 

He  renovates  the  sinful  soul, 
And  sanctifies  it  by  his  grace; 
His  mercy  doth  embiace  the  whole, 
Yea,  ev'ry  soul  of  Adam's  race. 

396.    C.  M.  Kneeland. 

Fear  hath  torment. 

SHALL  slavish  fear  torment  my  soul, 

Or  tenor  fill  my  mind; 
Since  love  do<h  all  my  thoughts  control, 

Arid  Jesus  is  so  kind. 

Can  I  distrust  a  God  of  love? 

Will  he  forsake  my  soul? 
While  all  my  nerves  dependent  move, 

Can  1  my  wants  control? 

3 

I  surely  cannot  cease  to  want 
For  raiment,  drink,  and  food; 

And  tho'  my  portion  may  be  scant, 
Shall  I  distrust  my  God? 

4 

These  fears  proceed  from  want  of  faith 

And  confidence  in  God; 
Tormenting  ev'ry  soul,  which  saith, 

I  dread  his  heavy  rod! 


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5 

O  slavish  fear!  be  banish'd  hence! 

No  more  infest  my  soul; 
Jehovah  is  my  sure  defence; 

He  doth  my  steps  control. 


397.    P.  M.  Kneeland. 

God  all  in  all. 

I  SING  the  gospel  day, 
When  Christ  shall  finish  sin; 
His  wond'rous  love  display, 
And  conquer'd  rebels  bring: 

They  prostrate  fall, 

And  humbly  own, 

That  God — alone — 

Is  all  in  all! 

The  Savior  Christ  must  reign 
Till  all  his  foes  submit; 
And,  being  freed  from  pain^ 
Shall  worship  at  his  feet: 

Shall  prostrate  fall, 

And  humbly  own, 

That  God — alone— 

Is  all  in  all. 

3 

Then  death  itself  shall  die, 
And  life  triumphant  reign; 
No  more  shall  sinners  sigh 
In  darkness,  guilt,  and  pain. 

Prostrate  they  fall, 

And  humbly  own, 

That  God—  alone— * 

Is  all  in  all. 


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4 

Then  Christ  shall  subject  be 
To  him  who  reigns  above; 
And  ev'ry  creature  see 
Complete  in  heav'nly  love: 

Shall  prostrate  fall, 

And  humbly  own, 

That  God — alone — • 

Is  All  in  All, 


398.    L.  M.         H.  Ballou. 

Christ's  Sermon  on  the  Mount:  or  blessings  pro 
nounced  upon  various  characters  Matth.  v.  i.  &c. 

BLESSED  are  they,  in  spirit  poor, 
Who  have  no  righteousness  in  store, 
They  needy  call  on  Christ,  their  Lord, 
And  heav'nly  grace  is  their  reward. 

Blessed  are  they  who  sigh  and  mourn, 
For  soon  their  comforts  shall  return:] 
Blest  are  the  meek,  to  them  is  seal'd? 
The  earth  with  ev'ry  fruitful  field. 

3 

Blessed  are  they  who  hungry  pine. 
For  righteousness  and  truth  divine; 
Who  thirst  for  waters  from  above; 
They  shall  be  fili'd  with  heav'nly  love. 
4 

Blessed  are  they  who  mercy  show, 
They  shall  obtain  like  mercy  too: 
Blessed  are  they  whose  hearts  are  pure, 
God  they  shall  see,  his  word  is  sure. 
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5 

Blessed  are  they  who  strive  to  shun 
The  path  of  carnage,  warriors  run; 
Who  quench  the  fire  of  growing  strife, 
And  run  the  path  that  leads  to  life. 

6 

They  shall  be  call'd  the  sons  of  God, 
Clean  they  are  wash'd  in  Jesus'  blood; 
Joint-heirs  with  Christ,  they  are  possess'd 
Of  crowns  of  joy  and  righteousness. 

399.  L.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

The  same.    Verse  10,  &c. 

BLESSED  are  they  who  suffer  pain 
And  ev?ry  loss  for  Jesus'  name; 
Victorious  crowns  to  them  are  giv'n, 
And  endless  life  laid  up  in  heav'n. 

Blessed  are  they  whom  men  revile, 
And  strive  their  characters  to  spoil, 
Falsely  accuse,  for  Jesus'  sake, 
And  cruel  oaths  against  them  take; 

3 

Blessed  are  they,  they  may  rejoice, 
And  gladly  shout  with  lifted  voice; 
For  heav'nly  joys  are  their  reward, 
They  dwell  fur  ever  with  the  Lord. 

4 

So  persecuted  they  of  old, 
PiOphets  who  heav'nly  visions  told' 
Th< -s  disapproval  the  grace  divine^ 
Which  in  their  testimonies  smne. 


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400.    L.  M.        E.  Ballot. 

The  sermon  continued.   Verse,  13. 

LET  the  disciple  of  the  Lord 
Remember  well  his  Master's  word; 
Ye  are  the  salt,  the  Savior  saith. 
To  save  the  earth  by  richest  faith. 


But  if  the  salt  its  savor  lose, 
Ye  my  redeemed  will  refuse; 
When  love  is  cold  and  faith  is  small. 
The  feeble  saint  will  surely  fall — 
3 

Ye  are  the  light  the  Savior  saith, 
To  bring  the  world  to  saving  faith; 
Aycity  on  a  hill,  to  show 


But  why  should  light  obscured  be? 
Who  by  such  light  can  ever  see? 
Let  ev'ry  light,  then,  clearly  shine, 
That  all  may  see  the  truth  divine. 


401.    C.  M.         H.  Ballou. 

The  same.  Verse  17,  Sec, 

THE  Lord  of  life  was  oft  accus'd. 

Of  breaches  of  the  law; 
And  thus  the  hypocritic  Jews 

His  imperfections  saw. 


But  listen  to  the  word  he  spake, 
Think  not,  saith  he,  I  came 

Commandments  of  the  law  to  break^ 
But  to  fulfil  the  same. 


icre  travellers  may  safely  go. 

4 


2 


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3 

No,  not  one  item  e'er  shall  pass, 

Till  all  fulfilled  are; 
So  shall  the  triumphs  of  my  grace^ 

The  awful  breach  repair. 

4 

Then  reconcilement  shall  be  made, 

And  men  the  law  shall  love; 
From  all,  obedience  shall  be  paid, 

In  Zion  that's  above. 

402.    L.  M.  H.  Ballotj. 

To  be  dismissed  with  a  blessing. 

FROM  worship  now  thy  church  dismiss, 
But  not  without  thy  blessing,  Lord; 
O  may  we  taste  the  sacred  bliss, 
And  meditate  upon  thy  word. 

2 

Deep  rooted  in  each  honest  heart, 
Thy  word  of  truth,  O  may  it  grow! 
Much  fruit  of  love  may  it  impart, 
Where  all  the  gospel  graces  flow. 

3 

Oft  may  these  pleasant  scenes  return, 
When  christians  meet  to  worship  thee; 
Where  zeal  and  love  with  ardor  burn, 
There  may  thy  children  joyful  be. 

4 

And  when  these  pleasant  scenes  are  past, 
Unto  thyself,  O  may  we  come, 
Where  vast  assemblies  meet  at  last, 
In  Zion,  our  eternal  home. 


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403.  S.  M.  Kneelanb. 

Benediction, 

THY  benediction,  Lord, 
Upon  us  now  bestow; 
O  bless  us  with  thy  sacred  word, 
That  we  thy  truth  may  know. 

Impress  upon  each  mind, 
The  truths  we  now  have  heard; 
And  that  we  may  salvation  find, 
May  each  the  same  regard. 

3 

Now  unto  God  on  high, 
Be  glory  ever  giv'n: 
0  fit  our  longing  souls  to  fly. 
And  dwell  with  thee  in  heav'n* 

404.  C.  M.  Kneelanb. 

Blessing. 

fJEND  down  thy  blessing,  Gracious  Lord, 
And  tune  our  hearts  to  praise; 

Help  us  thy  goodness  to  record, 
Which  lengthens  out  our  days. 

2 

The  blessing  of  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Holy  Ghost  be  giv'n; 
The  three  who  do  unite  in  one: 

And  record  keep  in  heav'n.j 
3 

O  grant  us  all  thy  saving  grace, 

To  run  the  heav'nly  road — 
Tune  ev'ry  heart  to  sing  thy  praise, 

My  Savior  and  my  God. 

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405.  L.  M.        S.  Streeter. 

Benediction. 

LORD,  while  we've  worshipp'd  in  thy  view. 
Thy  words  distilPd  like  heav'nly  dew; 
Thy  doctrine,  to  our  souls,  has  been 
Like  gentle  show'rs  of  falling  rain. 

2 

Now  in  thy  mercy,  Lord,  impart 
A  benediction  to  each  heart; 
Keep  us  from  sin,  Almighty  Lord, 
Help  us  to  meditate  thy  word. 

3 

In  morning,  noon,  and  ev'ning  damp, 
Be  to  our  path  a  shining  lamp; 
Until  our  spirits  leave  this  clay, 
And  soar  aloft  to  endless  day. 

406.  P.  M.  Turner. 

Close  of  Service. 
KIND  Lord,  before  thy  face, 
A  gain,  with  joy,  we  bow, 
For  all  the  gifts  and  grace, 
Thou  dost  on  us  bestow; 
Our  tongues  would  all  thy  love  proclaim^ 
And  chant  the  honors  of  thy  name. 

2 

Here,  in  thine  earthly  house, 

Our  joyful  souls  have  met; 

Here  paid  our  solemn  vows, 

And  felt  our  union  sweet: 
For  this  our  tongues  thy  love  proclaim, 
And  chant  the  honors  of  thy  name. 

3 

Thy  truth  like  ointment  shed, 
Hath  breath' d  a  choice  perfume; 


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Thy  light,  divinely  spread. 
Hath  broke  the  darksome  gloom: 
For  this  our  tongues  thy  love  proclaim. 
And  chant  the  honors  of  thy  name. 

4 

Now  may  we  dwell  in  peace, 

Till  here  again  we  come; 

And  may  our  love  increase, 

Till  thou  shalt  guide  us  home: 
Then  shall  our  tongues  thy  love  proclaim 
And  chant  the  honors  of  thy  name. 

407.    L.  M.  Kneeland. 

Closing  of  Service. 

NOW,  Lord,  once  more  thy  church  dismiss, 
Who've  tasted  here  the  sacred  bliss, 
Which  thou  dost  pleut'ously  afford 
To  those  who  meet  to  hear  thy  word. 

O  may  we  treasure  in  our  hearts 
The  truths  the  Savior  now  imparts, 
Who,  from  the  lucid  courts  above, 
Sends  down  the  tokens  of  his  love. 

3 

He,  like  the  glorious  sun  of  light, 
Dispels  the  darkness  of  our  night; 
And  on  his  church  effulgent  beams 
The  light  of  life  in  lucid  streams. 

4 

O  may  he  shine  from  pole  to  pole.. 
Illuminate  each  darken'd  soul; 
From  north  to  south,  from  east  to  west5 
And  make  all  nature  richly  blest. 


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408.  3.  M.  H.  Ballou. 

Jesus  is  the  way. 

I  WILL  adhere  no  more 
To  what  traditions  say; 
Nor  wander  lost  as  heretofore. 
For  Jesus  is  the  way! 

I've  wander'd  all  the  night, 
Withont  a  gleam  of  day; 
But  now  have  found  a  heav'nly  light, 

For  Je<sus  is  the  way! 

3 

My  foes  shall  strive  in  Tain, 
My  journey  to  delay; 
I  shall  the  prize  of  glory  gain. 
For  Jesus  is  the  way! 

4 

He,  like  a  heav'nly  sun, 
Makes  a  divine  display; 
My  feet,  with  joy  shall  constant  run, 

For  Jesus  is  the  way! 

409.  CM.  //.  Ballou. 

Jesus  is  the  light. 

I  SHALL  no  more  in  darkness  roam, 

Nor  walk  in  gloomy  night; 
The  Lord  my  God,  he  makes  my  noon, 

And  Jesus  is  my  Light! 

What  great  deli  v' ranee  I  have  found, 

'Twas  by  Jehovah's  might; 
He  hath  my  soul  with  mercy  crown'd, 

And  Jesus  is  my  Lighi! 


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3 

No  more  shall  doubts  and  darkness  rises 

To  put  my  hope  to  flight; 
The  Lord  hath  open'd  both  mine  eyes. 

And  Jesus  is  my  Light! 

4 

Nor  will  I  fear  when  in  the  field, 
Oppos'd  with  rage  and  spite; 

I  have  an  armor  which  I  wield, 
And  Jesus  is  my  Light! 


410.    S.  M.         H.  Ballot*. 

Jesus  is  the  life. 

NOW  death  shall  conquer'd  be, 
And  sin  shall  end  in  strife; 
Salvation  gain  the  victory, 
For  Jesus  is  the  Life! 

2 

The  law  condemns  no  more, 
Kind  mercy  ends  the  strife; 
The  soul  redeem'd  shall  God  adore, 
For  Jesus  is  the  Life! 

3 

The  second  death  shall  yield, 
The  beast  shall  cease  its  strife; 
My  God  in  arms  shall  take  the  field, 
For  Jesus  is  the  Life! 

4 

Sin,  death,  and  pain  is  o'er, 
Here  ends  old  Adam's  strife^ 
In  him  we  sin  and  die  no  more, 
For  Jesus  is  the  Life! 


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ADDITIONAL  HYMNS,  NOT  IN  THE  FIRST 
EDITION 

411.  L.  M.  Kneeland. 

Contentment. 

O  SACRED  peace!  contentment  sweet! 
Thy  calm  repose  inspires  my  tongue; 
While  music  doth  her  numbers  beat, 
To  thee  alone  I'll  raise  my  song. 

Blest  with  thine  all. supporting  charm, 
The  needy  poor  have  quick  relief; 
Without  the  aid  of  thy  kind  arm, 
The  rich  are  fill'd  with  wo  and  grief. 

3 

The  absence  of  our  bosom  friends, 
Thy  sacred  presence  well  supplies; 
Thy  heav'nly  wisdom  condescends 
To  give  us  hope  that  never  dies. 

4 

Not  all  the  riches  of  the  east, 
Nor  all  the  gems  of  worldly  fame, 
Can  spread  so  rich  or  sumpt'ous  feast, 
Or  give  to  man  a  nobler  name. 

5 

O  heav'nly  gem  of  sweet  content! 
Let  me  but  know  and  feel  thy  charms; 
Millions  may  be  by  others  spent, 
While  I  rest  safely  in  thine  arms! 

412.  L.  M.  S.Thompson. 

The  vanity  of  earthly  objects. 

THE  trifling  joys  this  world  can  give, 
A  thirsty  soul  can  ne'er  supply; 
A  soul,  which  hopes,  thro'  grace,  to  live, 
In  realms  of  bliss  beyond  the  sky. 


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2 

Yet,  O  my  God,  I  would  not  slight, 
The  smallest  of  thy  gifts  to  me; 
The  least  doth  give  me  some  delight, 
And  shews  thy  mercy  rich  and  free. 

3 

My  friends,  my  health,  my  daily  food- 
All  blessings  given  here  below; 
Proclaim  aloud  tha'  Thou  art  good — 
Thy  goodness  all  the  world  shall  know. 
4 

But  O,  it  is  a  greater  joy, 
To  feel  my  heart  is  reconcil'd; 
To  know  thou  wilt  my  sins  destroy, 
And  claim  me  as  thy  ransom'd  child. 

5 

In  thee,  dear  Lord,  T  stand  complete. 
It  is  enough —  I  want  no  more! 
Prostrate  1  fall  before  thy  feet, 
And  all  thy  boundless  love  adore. 

6 

Hence  then,  ye  trifling  joys,  depart! 
Joys,  transient  as  the  fading  flower; 
Jesus  the  Savior  claims  my  heart, 
*Tis  his  by  purchase,  love,  and  power. 

413.    C  M.       S.  Thompson. 

Invitation. 

YE  favor'd  children  of  the  Lord, 

Ye  lov'd,  ye  ransom'd  race; 
Come,  listen  to  fhe  cheering  word 

Of  our  Immanuel's  grace. 

0  come!  attend  the  Savior's  call, 
He  only  life  can  give; 


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His  gracious  voice,  proclaim'd  to  all, 
Is,  "  Come,  believe,  and  live." 

3 

But  man,  regardless  of  his  words. 

From  Jesus  doth  depart; 
The  joyful  sound  no  life  affords 

His  unbelieving  heart. 

4 

Hasten,  O  God,  that  glorious  day, 
In  thine  own  plan  desigu'd, 

When  thou  wilt  take  the  veil  away 
From  each  benighted  mind. 

5 

Then  sinners  shall,  with  grateful  hearts, 

The  Savior's  name  adore; 
And  carnal  mind,  with  subtle  arts, 

Shall  tempt  their  souls  no  more. 

414.    P.  M.        S.  Thompson. 

Confidence  in  God. 

CALM,  my  soul,  behold  thy  Savior! 
This  blest  thought  shall  joy  impart^ 
Tho'  by  all  the  world  forsaken, 
That  he  bears  me  on  his  heart, 

2 

What  tho'  all  the  world  are  preaching, 
4t  Death  shall  reign  forever  more;" 
I'm  instructed  by  his  teaching, 
That  its  reign  shall  soon  be  o'er. 

3 

Gracious  God!  let  no  delusion, 
CK  the  earthy,  tarn  a)  man, 
D     '  me  from  "  >  ^  and  conclusion; 
Fiuui  thine  own  eternal  piaa. 


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4 

See,  in  Christ  all  things  created^ 
This  was  God's  eternal  plan; 
In  him,  all  are  reinstated, 
Sacred  Head  of  ev'ry  man! 

5 

O  for  such  transcendant  goodness, 
May  each  soul  in  concert  rise; 
In  melodious,  grateful  anthems, 
Sound  his  praises  to  the  skies. 


415.    P.  M.        S.  Thompson. 

Dedication. 

O  THOU,  whose  presence  fills  unbounded  space, 
Thou  only  Source  of  life,  of  truth,  and  grace; 
Before  whose  rad'ent  throne  the  angeis  fall, 
And  worship  thee  as  sov'resgn  Lord  of  ail. 

2 

Immortal  Founta;n  of  the  human  soul, 
From  which  ten  thousand  streams  of  blessing's  roll 
With  thankful  hearts  we  bow  before  thy  throne, 
And  dedicate  this  house,  to  thee  alone, 
3 

Wilt  thou,  who  dost  supreme  in  glory  reign, 
Tnou,  whom  the  heav'n  of  heav'ns  cannot  contain, 
In  very  deed  such  condescension  show, 
To  dwell  with  mortals  in  a  world  of  wo? 

4 

Thou  wilt,  eternal  praises  to  thy  name, 
And  kindle  in  their  hearts  a  sacred  flame: 
When  they  shall  hear,  upon  the  gospel  plan,, 
Thy  universal  love  to  fallen  man. 

5 

And  O,  may  all  who  meet  to  worship  here, 
Be  fill'd  with  love,  instead  of  slavish  fear; 
May  each  adore  that  Gad  of  boundless  grace, 
Who  sanctifies  and  saves  the  human  race* 
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INDEX. 


Page. 

ACCEPT  this  house,  O  Lord  £42 

According' to  his  holy  will   11 

A  crown  of  thorns  the  bavior  wore   -    -    -    -    .  104 

Adieu!  all  earthly  things  -  176 

A  joyful  song  to  God  -    -    -    -  322 

A  King  shall  reign,  &c.  --.46 

All  beings  are  from  God   --------  157 

All  earthly  lovers  now  adieu   -    --    --  --95 

All  earthly  pleasures  I'll  forsake  170 

All  hail!  the  matchless  power,  &c.    -    ...    -  264 

All  nature  speaks,  let  men,  &c.   5 

All  rivers  in  the  earth  150 

All  things  in  heaven  and  in  earth  145 

All  things  shall  v;ork  for  good  143 

And  why  do  christians,  &c.   -  -  274 

An  off'ring  Jesus  made    -         ------  158 

Another  wonder  now  behold    ------  163 

Arise  from  thy  wilderness  state   -    -    -    -    -  -116 

Arise,  ye  saints,  &c.  -    -    -    -  142 

As  all  to  Christ  the  Father  gave  146 

As  ancient  bigots  disagree    -------  287 

As  God,  all  merciful  and  kind    ------  159 

As  we  are  met  from  various  parts  237 

As  when  the  spirit  leaves  the  clay   -    -    *    -    -  135 

Attend  and  hear  the  sacred  word  333 

Awake, my  drowsy  senses  all   -   -    -    -    -    -  -154 

A\*ake,  my  soul,  away  thy  fears    -----  334 

Away!  desponding  thoughts  122 

Away!  ye  sad,  desponding  thoughts    -    -    -    -  136 

Bear  me,  ye  spirits  of  the  blest  211 

Before  the  earth  was  form'd  48 

Behold,  a  spacious  river  flows    -    -    -    -    •    -  151 

Behold,  on  Zion's  heav'nly  shore  197 

Behold,  on  Zion's  mystic  walls  297 

Behold  the  brilliant  sun  22 

Behold  th'  elect  of  God  42 

Behold  the  fountain,  crimson  flood    -    -    -    -  83 

Behold  the  love  of  God  120 

Behold  the  long  expected  light  71 

Behold  the  man,  the  Sent  of  God    -    -    ,    -    -  105 


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Page. 

Behold  the  mighty  God  ...  121 
Behold- the  prodigal  return      -  -  207 

Behold  the  promises  of  grace  -  44 
Behold  the  sad  impending  stroke        -         -  226 

Behold  the,  sun  &.c.    -    -    -    -  65 

Behold  the  visions  brighter  grow  198 

Behold  the  wine!  &c.  99 

Behold  the  wond'rous  grace  of  God  -  -  -  137 
Behold,  what  poor,  imperfect  things    -    -    -    -  171 

Br  still,  ye  blust'ring  winds  218 

Blessed  are  they,  in  spirit  poor  -  -  -  -  -  337 
Blessed  are  they  who  suffer  pain  *  -  -  -  -  338 
Blest  be  thy  name,  my  God,  &c.    -----  248 

But  few  of  all  the  human  race  290 

By  faith  may  Jesus  dwell  305 

By  grace  the  great  salvation  comes  -  -  -  -  37 
By  men,  conditions  are  proposed    -----  290 

Calm,  my  soul,  behold  thy  Savior  348 

Can  tribulation  or  distress    -------  123 

Can  wisdom  infinite  -    -    -  126 

Celestial  pow'r  above  47 

Christ  crucify*d  we  preach  -    -  144 

Christ  is  our  righteousness     -  $1 

Christ  is  the  Lord,  &c.    ---------  52 

Christ  shall  descend  in  flaming  fire    -    -    -    -  331 

Come,  all  ye  loving  youth  302 

Come,  all  ye  saints,  &c.  208 

Come,  all  ye  tender,  lovely  youth  304 

Come,  all  ye  tribes  of  ransom'd  men    -    -    -    -  152 

Come,  brothers,  sisters,  all  1-2 

Come,  fellow  sinners,  come  away  78 

Come,  from  the  wilderness  -------110 

Come,  join  in  sacred  songs  -  208 

Come,  let  us  join  in  grateful  songs   -----  252 

Come,  let  us  join  in  sacred  som  s  56 

Come,  let  us  join  in  worship  true  -----  235 
Come,  let  us  raise  our  voices  high    -    -    -    -  50 

Come,  pleasant  youth,  &c.  306 

Come,  saints,  and  drop  a  tear    ------  107 

Come,  sing  a  Savior's  pow'r  73 

Come,  sinners,  dry  your  tears  -  214 

Come,  then,  O  my  soul,  &c.    -    ------  134 

Communion  with  our  friends,  &c.  102 


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Page. 

Consummate  wisdom  dwells,  he  19 

Could  I  but  raise  my  notes  so  high  -  -  -  -  217 
Dark  unbelief  strange  arrows  flings  -  -  -  -  153 
Dear  Lord,  behold  thy  children,  &c.  -  -  -  -  239 
Dear  Lord,  behold  thy  servants,  Stc.    -    -    -    -  236 

Dear  Shepherd  didst  thou  die  293 

Death,  like  a  cruel  tyrant,  reigns  227 

Did  Christ,  lmmanuel  die   -------  63 

Did  heavenly  Wisdom  give  to  man  165 

Down  to  the  wilderness  Ill 

Ere  time  commene'd,  he.  271 

Except  the  Lord  the  house,  &c   9 

Far  better  'tis  to  go  222 

Farewell,  a  sad  and  long  farewell  -----  232 
For  thy  great  glory  mighty  Lord  -----  26 
From  cruel  death  no  age  is  free    -    -    -    -    -  228 

From  God  th'  immortal  spirit  came  240 

From  Jesse's  root  a  Branch  did  rise  -  -  -  -  66 
From  worldly  noise  I  would  retire  -----  297 
From  worship  now  thy  church,  &c,    -    .    -    -  340 

Gird  on  thy  sword  &c.  48 

Give  thanks  to  God  for  he  is  good   -----  251 

Glory  to  God  on  high    -  -    -  -1^8 

God,  by  his  wisdom,  &c.  -    -  24 

God  caus'd  his  light  to  shine    -    --    --  --87 

God  in  each  attribute  is  love  -  12 

God  reveal'd  his  great  salvation    ------  88 

God's  power  and  wisdom  do  agree    -    -    -    -  29 

Go,  saith  a  risen  Savior,  go  30 

Go,  search  the  fields  of  nature,  &c  172 

Go,  traverse  all  the  world  around    -----  17 

Grace,  'tis  a  sweet,  &c.    -    -    -    -    -    -    -  204 

Grant  us  a  vi  si: ,  dearest  Lord   -    --    --    --  310 

Great  G  jd,  before  thou  rent  the  vail    -    -    -    -  15o 

H  *d  I  the  tongues  of  men  189 
Had  Jesus  taught  the  ancient  Jews    -    -    -    -  2/5 

Hail!  all  victorious  Lamb  of  God    -----  64 

Hail!  King  lmmanuel,  &c.    -    --    --    --  62 

Hark!  a  glad  voice,  &c.    -    --    --    --  --93 

Hark!  from  the  wilderness,  &c.   -    -    *    -    -    -  330 

Hark!  hear  the  great,  &c.  ---69 

Hark!  hear  the  heavenly  sound    -    --    ---    -  81 

Hark!  hear  the  Savior's  call   -----  *   -  202 


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Hear  the  glad  voice!  &c.    -    -  - 
Hear  what  a  Savior's  voice  - 
How  bright  is  thy  example,  Lord 
How  can  my  soul  indiff'rent  be 
How  charming"  is  the  graceful  sight 
How  far  Jehovah's  love  excels 
How  fast  time's  hasty  moments  run 
How  glorious  was  the  vision  bright 
How  good,  how  pleasant  'tis  to  see 
How  holy  is  the  ground    -    -  « 
How  many  blessings  we  receive  . 
How  oft  the  tender  bloom  of  May 
How  rich  the  blessings  were    -  - 
How  pleasant  is  the  sight    -   -  - 
How  pleasing  is  the  lovely  sight 
How  sweet  is  the  union  of  souls 
How  transient  and  how  vain  - 
How  vain  are  earthly  things  - 
How  vast  the  love  of  God    -  - 
1  bid  farewell  to  written  creeds 
I'd  bid  my  carnal  joys  farewell 
If  Christ  did  not  possess  the  power 
If  God  be  love,  why  should  there  be 
If  sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  of  light 
I  long  my  Savior's  face  to  see  - 
I  mourn  when  friends,  &c.    -    -  - 
In  all  thy  work  perfection  shines 
In  heaven  behold,  &c.    -   -    -  - 
In  songs  of  highest  praise    -  - 
In  the  example  Jesus  gave    -  - 
In  thine  own  house,  O  Lord,  &c. 
Into  thy  temple,  Lord,  descend 
In  union  let  our  voices  join  - 
In  union  let  our  voices  raise  - 
In  Zion  let  the  trumpet  blow  - 
I  shall  no  more  in  darkness  roam 
I  sing  the  joyful  day   -    -  - 
I  sing  the  joys  of  heaven    -    -  - 
I  sing  the  titles  of  my  Lord  - 
Is  man  more  just  than  God   -  - 
Is  not  thy  promise  pledg'd  - 
I  will  adhere  no  more  -    -    -  - 
I  would  exalt  the  Lord  my  King 
*  SO 


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Jesus  calls,  I  will  adore  him    ------  79 

Jesus  is  knocking  at  the  door   -  98 

Jesus  his  empire  shall  extend  57 

Jesus,  our  King,  his  sceptre  sways  61 

Jesus  the  living  Vine    -  79 

Join  every  heart,  and  every  tongue    -   -    -    -    -  321 

Joy  to  the  world  below  -  199 

Justice  and  judgment,  &c.  --    -  7 

Kind  Lord,  before  thy  face    --------  342 

Kind  providence,  to  us  impart    -------  254 

Let  earth  rejoice  and  nature  sing    -    -   -   -   -  319 

Let  every  ear  attend  80 

Let  God  time  have  endless  praise  325 

Let  not  my  heart,  O  God,  be  plac'd  -  -  -  -  -  .  177 
Let  others  boast  how  good  they  be    -----  190 

Let  party  names  alone    -    --  286 

Let  the  disciples  of  the  Lord  -  339 
Let  these  dear  friends,  &c.  -  219 
Like  grass  of  earth  our  bodies  are  -  -  221 
Lo,  from  the  heaven  of  the  law  54 
Lo,  from  the  mountains  of  the  law  -  -  298 
Lo,  how  the  holy  prophets  feel  -  -  -  86 
Long  did  our  God  his  plan  conceal  -  87 
Lord  bless  Columbia's  happy  land  -  -  -  256 
Lord  from  thy  holy  hill  descend  -  311 
Lord  we  adore  thy  bounteous  hand  -       -  100 

Lord  we  unite  our  hearts  -  139 
Lord  we  will  labor  in  thy  cause  -  125 
Lord  what  a  rage  thy  foes  are  in  288 
Lord  what  a  stupid  worm  is  man  -  174 
Lord  while  we've  worshipp'd,  &c.  -  -  342 
Lo,  see  the  brilliant  temple  rise  -  269 
Lo,  what  a  brilliant  type  divine  -  -  92 
Lo,  what  a  pleasant  sight  -  188 
Lo,  what  a  speaking  lustre  shines  -  -  -.27 
Lo,  what  enraptur'd  songs  of  praise  -  -  320 
May  sacred  heat  inspire  my  tongue  -  -  -  113 
May  we  thine  armor,  Lord,  put  on       -       -  309 

Mediator,  Son  of  God  40 

My  body  under  I  must  keep  -  -  -  -  157 
My  foes  declare  with  awful  frown      -      -  276 


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My  soi  l,  call  home,  &c. 

My  soul  is  fainting  fist 

My  soul,  remember  wisdom's  road 

My  thoughts  on  heavenly,  &c. 

Must  christians  pray  for  nought 

No  longer,  Lord,  do  we  despise 

No  mortal  tongue  can  tell  - 

No  peace  my  starving  soul,  &c. 

No  sacrifice  of  costly  name 

No  sure  foundation  can  be  laid 

Not  fickle  chsnce,  nor  partial  power 

Not  here  on  earth,  &c. 

Not  only  of  the  Jew  - 

Kow  as  the  body  is  but  one 

Now  as  tre  day  is  past  and  gone  - 

Now  Baal's  prophets  cry  aloud 

Now  death  shall  conquered  be  - 

Now  faith  and  hope  abide 

Now  God  I  see  in  everything  - 

Now  I'll  repine  at  death  no  more 

Now  let  all  nature  join  to  praise 

Now  let  our  souls  rejoice 

Now  let  us  here  enjoy  the  sign 

Now  let  us  join  to  praise  the  Lord 

Now  Lord,  once  more,  &c. 

Now  multitudes  assembled  are 

No  w  on  the  wings  of  faith,  &c. 

N  )w  philomel  attunes  her  song1  - 

Now  shall  my  inward  joys  arise 

Now  shalt  thou  hear,  my  Lord,  &c. 

Nowr  the  day  is  far  advanced  - 

Now  to  our  God  let  praises  rise 

Now  to  the  Lord,  O  let  us  raise 

Now  to  the  Lord  who  built,  &c. 

Now  warring-  armies,  &c. 

O  cease,  my  soul,  &c. 

O  could  I  sing"  an  equal  song 

O  could  I  stretch  my  thoughts,  Sec. 

O  could  I  strike  some  hea^enly,  &c. 

O  could  the  scales  fall,  &c. 

Of  old  how  were  the  sons  of  men 

Q  God!  how  holy  just  and  pure 


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O  God  of  grace,  before  thy  throne       -      -  -  315 

O  is  my  heart  of  marble  made       -       -       -  184 

O  Lord  of  hosts,  &c.          -       -    '   ,       -  -  312 

O  Lord  we  bow,  &c.       -       -       -              -  314 

On  holy  mount  Moriah  see       -  267 

On  Zion's  heavenly  hills,  &c.       -       -  91 

O  sacred  peace!  contentment  sweet       -       ■,  346 

O  sinner,  turn  thine  eyes       -  102 

O  thou  whose  presence  fills,  &c.       -  349 

Our  Father,  God,  &c.        -  311 

O  who  that  mystery,  &c.       -  165 

O  why  should  cares,  Sec   118 

Praise  God,  from  whom,  &c   324 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  &c.       .  322 

Prostrate  yourselves,  O  men     -       -       -  67 

Rising*  from  the  bed  of  slumber       -  246 

Rivers  from  Jesus  flow  97 

Rivers  of  grief  and  sorrow  flow       -       -       -  230 

Salvation,  O  the  darling  theme    -  212 

See  antichrist  arise        -  164 

See  from  the  ark  the  mystic  dove     -       -  -  210 

See  Jesus  stand  with  open  arms     -  91 

See  on  mount  Calvary       -        -  106 

Send  down  thy  blessing,  Sec.    -  341 

Shall  all  the  wicked,  &c.        -  60 

Shall  slavish  fear,  he,       -       -       -       ,  -  335 

Sin,  like  a  cruel  tyrant  reigns     -  168 

Sin,  O  that  monster  of  the  deep       -  181 

So  human  nature,  one  and  all                      -  224 

Stay  me  with  flagons,  dearest  Lord        -  96 

Strong  is  thine  hand,  &c.  59 

Sweet  visions  from  the  Lord       -       -       -  -  34 

Ten  thousand  streams  of  love       ...  127 

That  all  mankind  would  go  astray  26 

That  some  should  perish,  &c.        -             -  289 

The  ardent  spouse,  &c.        -        -         -  245 

The  best  delights  the  world,  &c.       «  178 

The  day  of  God  shall  surely  come         -        -  332 

The  depths  of  wisdom,  &c.  13 

The  exhortation  let  us  hear        -          -  142 

The  first  Almighty  Cause       -  -  24 

The  flowing  rays  from  yonder  sun        -  71 


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The  God  of  glory,          -          -  -  83 

The  glofrious  covenant  of  grace  -  73 

The  great  Jehovah's  mighty  sway  -          -  8 

The  heavenly  gem  of  sweet  content  -       -  131 

The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  &c.  -  21 

The  house  that's  built,  '&c.       -  141 

The  hypocrite  doth  fast  263 

The  hypocrites  do  often  fast    -  262 

The  increasing  joys,  &c.       -  196 

The  Jews  had  eye's,  &c.          -  -  273 

The  Lord  hath  come,  &c.  -  328 

The  Lord,  his  boundless  love,  &c.  *         -  115 

The  Lord  in  power,  &c.          -  -          -  19 

The  Lord  in  Zion  will  prepare  76 

The  Lord  in  Zion  will  provide       -  -  76 

The  Lord  is  good  and  kind       -  216 

The  Lord  my  shepherd  is          -  -          -  39 

The  Lord  my  only  shepherd  is  39 

The  Lord  of  life  has  oft  accus'd       -       -  -  339 

The  Lord  our  God  is  good         -  252 

The  Lord  our  God,  &z,  259 

The  Lord  our  shepherd,  &c.         -  -  89 

The  Lord  to  \braham  did  say  31 

The  Lord  who  holds  the  gospel  fan  -        -  330 

The  male  and  female  in  the  Lord  -  243 

The  New  Jerusalem  I  see          -  -          -    1 12 

The  passing  streams,  &c.        -  149 

The  prophets  came,  &e.      -  -  38 

The  rivers  all  which  glide  along  -          -  149 

The  rose  of  Sharon  we  behold  96 

The  Savior  did  our  sorrows  feel  -           -  104 

These  are  the.  minist  ers  of  Christ  -  161 

The  solemn  facts,  &c.          -  223 

The  times  ami  seasons,  &c.          -  -        -  220 

The  trifling  joys  this  world  can  give  -  346 

The  unchangeable  Jehovah  saith  *          -  72 

The  whole  creation  owns  a  God  6 

The  wicked  are  a  troubled  sea  -            -  179 

The  winter  months,  &c.          -  260 

The  winter  of  the  law  is  gone       -  206 

The  word  of  revelation  shines          -  -  144 

The  word  omnific  spake  in  love  -  -69 


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The  words  which  Jesus  spake 
The  work  of  Christ,  &c.       -  - 
This  is  the  fast,  &c. 
This  world  how  full  of  labor  'tis 
Tho'  mothers  may  forgetful  prove 
Thou  great  First  Cause     -  - 
Thus  saith  the  house  of  Israel 
Thus  saith  the  great,  &c.   -  - 
Thus  saith  the  mighty  God 
Thy  benediction,  Lord     -  - 
Thy  children,  Lord,  &c. 
Thy  children,  Lord,  whom,  8cc. 
Thy  knowledge,  Lord,  &c. 
Time's  empty  vapors,  &c.    -  - 
To  Christ  the  Son,  &c.      -  - 
To  Jesus  let  us  prostrate  fall  - 
To  me  what  use  are  insects  made 
To  thee,  my  Lord,  I  bow 
To  you  that  mourn,  &c 
Various  systems  men,  &c. 
We  are  the  offspring  of  our  God 
Weep  not  my  friends,  he. 
What  boundless  wisdom  is  display'd 
What  can  oppose  the  Lord,  &.c. 
What  dazzling  light,  &c. 
What  glorious  tidings  do  Thear 
What  if  some  men  do  not  believe 
What  is  the  cause  of  moral  death 
What  is  this  within  me  burning 
What  joyful  tidings  do  1  hear 
What  man  of  sorrow  and  of  grief 
What  sorrows  seize  my  soul 
What  sudden  glories  did  surprise 
What  unknown  love  is  this 
What  was  the  wormwood,  &c. 
What  wonders  hath  Jehovah,  &c.  - 
When  autumn  brings,  &c. 
When  by  faith  I  see  my  Savior 
When  God  at  first  created  man 
When  God  descends,  kc. 
When  God  in  mercy  gave 
When  God  would  on,  fyc. 


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Age, 


When  I  behold  the  effects  of  sin        -  -       -  180 

When  Joseph  saw  his  brethren  dear  -       -  41 

Wiien  men  set  out  to  run  a  race       -  -       -  156 

When  my  astonished  eyes  behold       -  -       -  28 

When  nature's  wonders  I  explore  15 

When  strangers  meet  me,  &c.       -  -  ,     -  291 

When  thou  dost  fast,  &c.       -  262 

When  will  the  eye-lids,  &c.       -  307 

Where  myst'ries  are,  &c.       -  278 

Where  no  benevolence  is  found       -  195 

WThile  shepherds  watch'd,  &c.       -  35 

Who  dare  adjudge  the  sons  of  men  -       -  129 

Who  dare  attempt  to  sing-        -  201 

Who  will  regret  that  Christ,  &c.       -  -       -  285 

Wliy  all  this  speed,  &c.       -  182 

Whv  do  not  saints  an  union  form       -  192 

Whv  do  the  Pharisees  complain       -  275 

Why  is  my  heart  so  cold  301 

Why  should  1  blush  to  own       -  117 

Why  should  1  doubt,      .       -  126 

Why  should  we  mourn,  &c.       -       -  -       -  230 

Why  thus  dejected,  O  my  soul       -  -       -  116 

Will  they  who  love  the  Lord,  &c.  292 

Wisdom,  and  power,  and  love       -  20 

Wisdom  and  power  we  see  -  29 

With  joy  we  hail,  &c.  247 

With  sad  surprise,  I  see       -  108 

With  strang-e  surprise,  &c       -  109 

Worthy  the  Paschal  Lamb       -  325 

Ye  ag-ed  fathers,  mothers  dear       .  .       -  304 

Ye  are  God's  building",  &c.       .       .  .       -  266 

Ye  blinded  Pharisees,  farewell       -  293 

Ye  favor'd  children  of  the  Lord       -  -       -  347 

Ye  humble  souls  proclaim  aloud        -  -       -  10 

Ye  prophets  and  apostles  too  59 

Ye  sons  of  Columbia  adore  -  257 
You  who  lament  the  loss       ....  234 


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The  Hymns  on  similar  subjects  are  classed  together. 


Hymn.  Hymn. 

Of  God  and  nature     -  from  1  to  31 

The  wisdom,  power,  and  goodness  of 
God,  manifested  in  Christ  the  Medi- 
ator and  Redeemer       -       -       -  31 — 89 
Provisions  of,  and  invitations  to,  the 

Gospel  Feast        ....  89—116 
The  bread  of  life,  &c.       -       -     >  116—121 
The  death  and  sufferings  of  Christ    -  121—131 
The  church  called  from  the  wilder- 
ness, &c.   131 — 137 

Confidence  in  God     -  137—153 
Faith,  hope,  charity,  and  other  doctri- 
nal ideas   153—203 

The  wages  of  sin  is  death,  &c.       -  203—223 

The  union  of  souls,  &c.     ...  223 — 236 

Joys  of  Heaven,  &c.         -       -       -  236 — 263 

Consolation  to  mourners    -  263 — 282 

Occasional  hymns  -       -       -  282—322 

Errors  detected,  &c.         -       -       -  322—346 

Seeking  for  light  and  truth,  &c.        -  346—363 

Prayer,  Sec.   363—374 

Praise,  &c.   374—388 

The  Gospel  Fire       -  388—398 

Blessing,  &c.   398—408 

Christ,  the  Wayr  &c.        -       -       -  408—410 

Additional   410—415 


THE  END. 


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